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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 · Fantasi
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Chapter 103: Hell on Earth

After quickly cremating Scheleth, Amy and I started tracking Fostoria, of course it was mostly Amy doing the work, as she concentrated to locate the elf.

Thankfully, Lueurre was just a small city just about 20 sq. kilometers in area so Amy could still feel her mana and track her down, though that compromised her stealth abilities a little, as long as she didn't flare up her mana, she was in the safe.

Not long after, she opened her eyes and offered me her hand, which I gladly took, and then, just like a drop of ink, we dissolved into the shadows.

Of course, I never got used to it, no matter how many times it happened. Cause in the shadows, I was blind, I was deaf, I was mute, and I was anosmic, the only thing I could feel was the coldness the shadows emitted. The older they were the colder they felt, and among them Amy was by far the coldest.