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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 · Fantasía
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Chapter 115: Aftermath II

Not long after, we were back in my room, with the Empress' hand in mine as we returned from my soulscape.

Swiping her hand away, the Empress said to me, who seemed deep in thought, "Found an excuse yet?"

"An excuse?" I tilted my head.

"You know you have to explain to your father how you got those powers if you want to use them in the future, right?"

"Hmm, really? I don't think that's necessary," I said, causing the Empress to raise her eyebrow.

So, I explained, "I mean, I am just a D-rank magic user. What explanation could I give about those transcendental powers when the two Archmages couldn't?"

"At least you know that," the Empress nodded, accepting my reasoning before adding, "But you can't say nothing. You have to concoct a story for the world, and for that to happen, you have to concoct a story for your father."

"Sounds like a chore..."

"You always have the option to confess," the Empress shrugged.