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!
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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
It was morning. Paul Ackermann sat in front of the dining table with his mind all over the place. His maid, Liz, looked at him speechlessly upon noticing how distracted he was.
“Your Highness, are you sure you didn’t bump your head?”
“I didn’t.”
“You can’t tell the difference between dream and reality and are even feeling distressed over it. There has to be something wrong with your head, right?”
“I can tell the difference between dream and reality. What’s bothering me is that this isn’t the first time this has happened,” Paul said with a perplexed frown.
Liz blinked contemplatively before clapping her hands in realization and saying, “Ah! Yes, something similar did happen last week. You sat on the bed for a long time.”
“Yes, I’m referring to that.”
“I get it now. It’s a relapse!”
“???” Paul was baffled by Liz’s response, but he wasn’t angered by her words.
Despite being an imperial prince of the Austine Empire, Paul Ackermann had lived most of his life as a normal civilian, so he wasn’t fussy about etiquette, not to mention that Liz had braved tough times with him. While she was his maid, their relationship was more like that of siblings. He always took her jokes with a light-hearted attitude.
Born as an illegitimate child, Paul was ostracized within the Austine Empire’s circle of nobility. While his standard of living had improved compared to back when he was a civilian, as he received the bare minimum of what an imperial prince was entitled to, he had not been prepared for the snobbery he would receive.
No one was willing to serve him, and some even avoided him like the plague. A servant’s standing corresponded to their master’s, so being assigned to an illegitimate child was as good as being exiled for them. The only one who remained by his side was the young Liz.
This was also why he didn’t mind her jokes.
“Liz, how often do you remember your dreams?”
“I don’t think I remember any of my dreams. That’s true for most people, right?”
“That’s what I thought too, but I remember everything clearly,” P
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