Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
On the road leading to the Rosa Merchant Confederacy, a convoy comprising over a dozen carriages was traveling without rest under the protection of many guards. This convoy was none other than the Sorofyas’ Diamond Rivière.
The Diamond Rivière was well-known amongst the royalty and nobles of the Sia Continent. Extravagance, poshness, and prestige were what it was commonly associated with, and it was deemed to be the most successful utilization of spatial magic in daily life.
Yet, the convoy somehow lacked its usual air of leisurely grace.
The coaches persistently advanced despite their fatigue. The accompanying guards were in better conditions, but the sweltering weather left their clothes sweat-stained.
The convoy had been traveling without rest for several days now, but Charlotte’s personal maid and bodyguard, Grace, still thought that it was insufficient. She anxiously stared at the map to estimate how long it would take for them to arrive at Rosa.
“Calm down, Grace. The situation isn’t as bad as you think it is.”
“Young miss…”
Charlotte lay in the middle of a comfortable bed dressed in pristine white pajamas. She smiled at the nervous maid in hopes of calming her down, but it only seemed to fan the latter’s worries. Grace anxiously rushed over to the bed to check on her condition.
Charlotte Sorofya was famous amongst the younger generation in the Sia Continent, known for her lofty bloodline that descended from the ancient high elves and her tender beauty. Countless young men deemed her to be the woman of their dreams.
Yet, there was something off about Charlotte’s current condition.
Her moving beauty and noble disposition were the same as always, but her face was ghastly pale and her body looked frail. A whiff of death aura that was barely perceivable had shrouded her slender body, and she felt fragile as if she would shatter at a touch.
Others would simply think that she had fallen ill, which wouldn’t have been a problem for the highly resourceful Sorofya House. However, Grace knew that it wasn’t as simple as
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