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Dance with the Nightingale

The Nightingale. The beauty and the taboo existing together. Unattainable and unacceptable. An existence only to be admired from afar. A hero of legends but a also a girl of tragedy. Shining like a star in the sky, all alone, forever… -But that’s too sad isn’t it? * Our MC, an ordinary middle aged man, is an author that wrote books and after pouring 2 years of hard work in a book, his hardwork finally bore fruit as his book got the second prize in the regional awards. A fruit that he couldn't eat. Why? Because he along with hard work, he also poured his piss somewhere he shouldn't and died. Exactly how? Read the prologue, and you will find out~ But of course, that's only the start, as the next time he woke up... He was in another world. Follow the guy as he turns from a middle aged author to a Young Master in a magical world. *** Hey guys author here… It’s my first novel, but I will try to make this good. Good luck me. Vote this book with power stones, it really helps with your support. Before giving up please read Prologue and 1st 10 chapters. Also I have set up prologue to be a bit funny and ridiculous, so, don't mind next chapter won't be like that. My discord server link: https://discord.gg/8dvVYW8QUn P.S.: I don't own the cover art, whoever does can take credit for it.

Kisara_Hiroto · Fantasy
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126 Chs

Chapter 82: Aftermath

[Sunfish's Pond]

[Rayne's POV]

After handing the girl to Mark and meeting with Syrus, I decided to return to the inn.

It was not like there was anything else I could do.

The Baron's speech, as cringe as it may be, atleast worked a little in at relieving the people's fear, that along with the Atlas's blessing that cured almost all the injured and healed all kinds of diseases made the people temporarily forgot their pain... Atleast the people who didn't lose someone.

"Uwaaa...Father! Father! Wake up father!"

"My son…! My son…! Help my son! He stopped breather after that building collapsed! Help! Help!"

With my enhanced hearing I could hear a lot, a lot people trying to wake up their father, son, mother, daughter…a mother amid tears pulling back her kid daughter who was trying to wake her father…a grandma crying over the loss of her only grandson…a lot of people weeping in pain…and a lot of people silently accepting it.