Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 222: Threat
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130- Cloud Peak delicacies
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 924: Predicament
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1129- Two reports
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3815: Finding Reinforcements
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 24: Version a.02 Update! Death Penalty!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 595: Uncle and Nephew (7)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 299: Ghost Market
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 221: Mutation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1128- No discussion
Aurora Capital Ols was a city permeating with a sweet scent that sometimes felt cloying.
Outside its magnificent city walls was a long line of carriages coming from the Austine Empire, Knight Kingdom Pendor, and Country of Scholars Brolne. Through the carriage windows, one could see excited couples leaning on one another as they relished in the breathtaking scenery. Delighted chuckles could be heard every now and then.
The nobles from the Austine Empire still showed some self-restraint, but those from the more liberal Pendor and Brolne openly hugged one another, some even going a step further. The scent of hormones was so overpowering that one could almost see a slight hint of pink being carried into the city with the breeze.
There were just two carriages in the queue that looked so out of place that it was impossible not to stare at them.
If the others were embraced by a lovey-dovey atmosphere, those two carriages were covered in a dark aura of resentment. It felt like something bad would happen if one were to get involved with them.
One of these carriages was guarded by brown-cloaked guards. An auburn-haired woman sat on the coachmanβs position, fiddling irritably with the reins. The maid sitting next to her let out a helpless sigh for the umpteenth time.
The other carriage was guarded by white-cloaked guards. It was being driven by a golden-haired woman, who glared at the magnificent city walls with razor-sharp eyes.
Half a month had passed since Nora and Charlotte received that taunting letter. They had mobilized all of the trustworthy subordinates under their command and rushed to this city of lovers as fast as they could, even sacrificing their rest for the sake of it.
Charlotte brought her personal maid, Grace Cadin, with her.
Nora dragged with her the subject she favored for his merit in relaying the live broadcast of her kiss with Roel to Alicia, Bishop Philip.
Other than that, they also brought their elite followers with them, numbering over a hundred people in total. It was quite a formidable procession that
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