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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 63: First kill, and a mistake.

-It's should be over.

I wished.

But was it truly?

Maybe, maybe not?

My unblinking gaze, my stiff behavior, and my solemn aura said otherwise.

-Step.

-Step.

-Step.

I walked slowly, going down the crater, towards its center where someone was having a coughing fit, a bloody coughing fit.

'Half-dead, but still alive... will die in a few moments...'

-Step.

-Step.

My footsteps resounded. My shoes crunching the scorched ground as I walked. Finally causing the half-dead woman to notice me.

Seeing me, she turned her upper body, which was only thing left on her.

-SCHWING!

"Don't bother."

I said, as I drew my sword and placed it against her neck.

"Heehe-cough! -cough!"

Still, she laughed, or so she tried, before breaking into another coughing fit. Red blood spilling from her mouth.

"Don't bother, I said!"

"-cough, and why shouldn't I, cough, brat?"