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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
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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