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Blade and Miracle

A false prophecy, a conspicuous birth, a sinister ritual and a wholehearted sacrifice. These were the elements that set the Cosmic Gears in motion of this world. It all relied on the variables, Lucien Alaric and Mikaela Howell. Having had a warm childhood was something they were always proud of, at least until they unveiled the illusion of this false happiness. Their moment of joy was apparently measured and limited. “The truth will be revealed to you when you awaken... Believe nothing but what you have witnessed and judged yourselves as the truth... Your enemies are closer than you think... Trust no one!” This were the words the children were left with. Their parents' dying words. Not words for children to live with, right? Clip sneak peek~! "What do you feel?" she asked. "Nothing..?" Mikaela responded, holding his sword tight at hand. In truth, to him, it was no different than cutting down a training puppets head. A tedious endeavor. "Good, you should spare no feeling to enemies, my child," a clear serene voice sounded, like the sweet whisper of the devil. In the air was the fishy rustic iron smell, the scent of human blood. Not just a splash of it but a mass graveyard pool of it. The heavy smell of death. Mikaela stood in the middle of this with calm eyes. The killing intent in his eyes seemed to have become deeper and richer. Lucien is born a mage while Mikaela is born a martial artist. They have distinctly opposing personalities and would rather stay away from each other, but destiny has other plans. They have to unite in the face of the upcoming trials of fate. One loss, spells death to both of them! No compromise! The sacrifice made to protect them drives them to face each day while vengeance motivates them to grow stronger. What kind of future shall they pave in the veil of uncertainty and hidden truth? While Lucien and Mikaela walk different paths, they ultimately have the same destination. The Apex! Hello, Author here! (。・∀・)ノ゙ Dear readers, Just to let you know in advance, I will borrow reference to different languages and when writing. Some of you, or most of you, will come across words and phrases in different languages. This will not affect the initial goal of the book. Hope you love it~ Oh, this book will be participating in the 2024 writing contest. I hope to grow and improve along this journey together with my dear readers and supporters. I hope you find this web novel the best. Plz ಥ_ಥ, vote, share and leave comments and reviews. Much appreciated. Disclaimer: Credits to the original owner of the cover. Join my discord: https://discord.gg/GhyXJ8Mhft The cover page is a reference to Anette; she has her moment from the chapter 46.

Innovation_Inu · Fantasía
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Chapter 63: Black Order.

As Jermyn felt his pockets, he realized a grave mistake he had overlooked in the heat of the moment.

Get it?

Anyways, his pockets were clean. They shouldn't be so light.

'Thief…'

The hooded person was a thief.

'I forgot he was a freaking thief. Forget even my dignity, I don't have that after being robbed in the light of day. I let my guard down in front of a goddamned kleptomaniac!'

"Fuck…"

Jermyn's uncharacteristic reaction attracted many prying ears. To think there would be a day to see the dignified young master curse.

He gritted his teeth in anger, his eyes blazing with heat.

'He was aiming for this from the start'

His treasure, his legacy, his items, his dignity…

He had been robbed of everything possible, completely clean.

Only his life was spared the same fate.

"Young master, are you alright?" asked a bodyguard who approached him after the mess went down.