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
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 217: Stone Paintings
It had been several months since Roel had left the Ascarts’ manor. The moment he stepped into the estate, he felt a sense of security and comfort, which allowed him to better understand his heart.
Life in Saint Freya Academy was exciting and fruitful. His victory in the Challenger Cup had shot him to stardom in Leinster, and he received looks of respect and admiration no matter where he went. Yet, he found that none of these mattered to him.
Most youths struggled to understand the warmth of home since it was presented to them on a platter, but to Roel, who had to brave through many dangers from a young age, there were very few places in this world that could truly make him feel safe.
He was fond of the light ink fragrance suffusing the study rooms of the Ascarts’ manor. He liked how the afternoon sun would shine in diagonally through his bedroom windows. He missed the tea that Anna would brew for him every morning to start off his day.
These were probably insignificant in the eyes of others, but it was these minor details of everyday life that instilled in him a sense of belonging. They told him that he was home.
Neither Ascart City nor the Ascarts’ manor could be said to be the most amazing place in the world, but they were one-of-a-kind to Roel. They were filled with fond memories. He wouldn’t change them for anything in the world.
Sitting on a chair in the dining room and leisurely sipping on a cup of red tea, Roel patiently listened to Anna’s report on the development of the Ascart Fiefdom over the last few months. Alicia quietly listened in from the chair adjacent to his.
Most of the recent plans concerning the Ascart Fiefdom’s development were vetted and set in motion by Alicia, but she chose to have Anna report on them instead of doing it herself because she didn’t want to influence Roel’s evaluation. She wanted to know his objective feedback on whether she had done well or not.
This was an important consideration in how she determined her self-worth. She wouldn’t accept herself being a baggage to her Lord B
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