Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
The end of the year approached amidst deepening winter.
Rosa City was more bustling than ever, as merchants who couldn’t travel due to the cold weather doubled down on domestic trade. The local populace was also making preparations to welcome the new year.
Meanwhile, Rosa’s upper echelon had their hands busy preparing for the Ascarts’ ancestral ritual, with Wandering Scholar Andrew Mara personally delivering the Ardes’ remains to Rosa City.
This idea of an ancestral ritual was initially raised as a means to affirm a young couple’s relationship, but before anyone realized it, it had transformed into a treacherous battlefield.
In a classy room in the Hundred Birds Gallery, Roel was apologizing profusely with his head lowered. Opposite him, Charlotte sighed with a ‘Just as I have expected’ look on her face.
She had instructed Roel not to meet Alicia right before the banquet concluded last night, saying that she would personally resolve whatever misgivings she had with the latter. Yet, Roel ended up visiting her the following morning, and the first thing that came out of him was an apology.
“I’m sorry, Charlotte. I wasn’t able to accomplish what you asked of me last night…”
Unsurprised by the outcome, Charlotte could only sigh in response.
She had known from Alicia’s abnormal behavior that she was up to something, but she couldn’t have stopped the siblings from catching up with each other when they had been separated for so long, especially when they were staying in the same hotel.
And she knew far too well what kind of person Alicia was.
A shameless knave who drugs even her own brother… She probably barged into Roel’s room yet again.
Charlotte gritted her teeth and asked the most important question of all.
“Darling, about the ancestral ritual…”
“…I didn’t mention it, but Alicia seems to have already heard about it.”
“…”
Charlotte fell deathly silent at those words. A long while later, she exhaled softly.
Having crossed paths with Alicia over the Ascart Fiefdom, she knew that the other party had the Ascarts’ intellige
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