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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 49: Bonding with mother...?

Sitting in my study, I read through a few pieces of information that I had ordered, to confirm a few facts that I knew and wrote.

In other words, I was idle.

It was a rare instance.

Me sitting idly.

Not exactly idle, but still idle enough.

And as one can expect, I wasn't idle without a cause.

Actually, crafting my sword was the next thing in my to-do list and for that I needed to be in my topmost condition, full in both Mental Power and Mana, which I had... just spent in my previous spar with Syrus... Yes, we were sparring daily and we started using magic in them too.

So, in a way, I was recuperating.

Yes, I could always use Potions to recover, as they were almost as good as resting.

But my point was that they were 'almost' as good as resting, meaning, they were not the same.

So, during this rare instance where I was slowly enjoying being basked by the evening sunlight, a not-so-rare thing happened.

-Knock