Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 254: First Cripple Him
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 744.5- 250 thousand crystals
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 889 - Mind-Boggling Wealth
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 744- 250 thousand crystals part 1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 770: The Power of Spacetime
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 197 - This Seems To Be The Birth Of A New Godly Powerhouse.
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 03.11 - Good Sunny Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3719: The Sword Heart Ancestor
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 253: Unruly
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 407: Take a Look at This World
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 31: Even More Ridiculous
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 252: Even Sect Locations Could Be Auctioned
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 743- Black Solid reappears
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 888 - Flame Dragon God's Exchange
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 742- Finally meeting
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 769: Battle
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 196 - A Brilliant And Dazzling Explosion
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 03.10 - Good Sunny Days
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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