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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 90: Scheleth’s Peril

[The Same Day, Evening]

[The Slums, Lower City, Western Lueurre]

Just a day had passed since the terrorist attack, it's scars still digging deep into the population of Lueurre.

Yes, the awakening of the divine tree, Atlas, restored those who had been injured while becoming the pillar of support that many needed, but an attack as fierce as that couldn't be forgotten in just a nightfall.

Especially for those who lost someone.

Hence, the empty streets all over the city. Of course, a whole city can't just be 'closed off' just like that, so there were the bare minimum numbers present to keep it functioning, but the ambiance and crowd from two days prior were nowhere to be seen.

Though, that wasn't the case for every part of the city.

The slums, for example, were the same as before, its people unaffected, too busy with their own struggles.

As such, finding the people whose names the tree girl had given wasn't an easy task, especially given the complex layout of the slums.