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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.

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Chapter 51: Eva’s Side (1)

[Subsidiary State of Flenia]

[The Flenial Magic Apprentice Academy]

[Principal's Private Room]

Four months had passed since then.

Since the day she accepted the 'old man' as her master.

The seasons had changed, no longer were there cool winds drifting around nor was there the sweet scent of grass lingering in the air.

Now the sky was bright, the day was hot and the winds were dry.

Carrying with them the salty smell of sweat, sweat that she shed every day.

And it was after another such a sweat inducing session that the old man declared.

"Now we are done with your theory part."

And that declaration, confused her.

Tilting her head slightly, the girl with silver locks re-confirmed what theory meant in her head, getting more confused as she did.

'Didn't theory involve pens, papers, and a lot of magical formulas that I can't remember…?'

'How am I done with my theory part? All I remember doing is- '