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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 67: Night Scouring.

[Midnight, Lueurre, Sunfish's pond]

Faint moonlight glittered through the window, entering the room as I slowly gulped down the last of sip of the wine remaining in my glass.

-Huuuu

'Been a while since I had some.' I nostalgically thought, as I looked at my drinking partners. Syrus and Cana, both in their mercenary persona of Signor and Camila respectively.

"Hmm...", After savoring the aftertaste of the wine, I smacked my lips before asking,

"Ready to explore the new city?"

Instead of a yes or no answer though, what I got in reply was a quip, "Not like you gave us any other choices apart from being ready."

But such silly quips didn't work on me anymore. In the past month of traveling with her, I had by far got used to Cana and her quips.

Thus, I shamelessly answered, "Well, no need to praise me so much.", before standing up.