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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 · Fantasie
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Chapter 91: Developments

[Gabber's Runesmithing Hub]

[Nadol's POV]

'He's relaxed. Too relaxed for someone about to face someone of same rank.', Nadol thought as he observed his about to be opponent with his magic, [Peering Eyes]. It was a simple but useful magic that allowed him to see through non-magical things.

'Is he actually oblivious?', he questioned himself, before disregarding the possibility. 'He is someone who bested Nefa in her turf. He shouldn't be underestimated.'

Gripping the handle of his sword tightly, the petite man took a deep breath and remembered the demon's words before he departed, 'Stall for time, that is your mission. Keep them out of the forest or die trying…otherwise, kekeke! Oh! How I wish for it to be otherwise…keke!'

Those words still rang fresh in his head, an ominous feeling gripping his heart like a vice as he thought of the possible consequences.