Neither the sky nor the land could be seen.

There was a man who was wandering in the darkness that surrounded him. 

He was the warlock Saymon. 

'Am I in purgatory?'

Purgatory, a place that a human would arrive at for a while before going into the underworld. 

That was the first thought that entered Saymon's head. 

Darkness was a very familiar entity for him, who had learned dark magic. He was used to it but never seemed to like it.

Above all that, he never thought that he would go to the afterlife without being able to take revenge.

'Dammit! This is all because of that Rakan bastard!'

As he couldn't even take proper revenge, how could he look his beloved woman in the eyes?

'If I could only meet her after getting revenge, I would feel a little less burdened…'

He sighed heavily without realizing it. 

His thought was of a good deed.

In his struggle to get revenge, there were no unnecessary killings. 

He never laid hands on the powerless people. 

Surely he did learn dark magic, but it was just a means for him to get his revenge. 

Even when he was learning dark magic, he knew there was a line that he shouldn't cross. 

Warlocks had technically sold their souls to the devil. They offered sacrifices to summon the devil.

However, Saymon was different. 

After summoning the devil with his blood, he fought the devil and gained power by depriving the devil of its power. 

And thus, unlike any other warlock out there, his soul and spirit weren't corrupted; no devil had encroached his soul. 

He was also able to unearth new truths about darkness and chaos like finding new constellations in the dark night sky.

But a sin is a sin. 

He tried to keep his sins to a minimum, but the sin he did for harming a man with the sole reason for attaining revenge couldn't be erased.

He thought it was worth the price, but… 

'Let's say that I couldn't get my revenge because of the weight of my sins. Then why are all those hypocrites still alive!?'

The elder and the master who surrendered themselves, and the high royal who drove her to death. 

They weren't just alive; they also didn't pay for what they had done. 

He could only try to deceive himself by making lies about the dead and the injured ones. 

The greedy pigs and the sneaky wild dogs would be pleased as hell once they heard the news that Rakan had successfully killed him.

'Curse those beasts! Dammit, that Rakan!'

Resentment and anger that wouldn't cooldown so easily filled Saymon. 

Those burning feelings were only strengthening Saymon's desire to live once again. 

'If I get to live again, I will never forgive you!'

His intense emotion and the desire for rebirth rose from deep within him. 

Finally, Saymon saw a small light in the darkness where he could only feel his emotions. 

'That…!'

Like a star shining in the night sky, Saymon moved in the direction of the faint light. 

The stronger his desire was, the quicker his feet moved along with the light at the end getting stronger.

Shortly afterward, it turned out to be a door that was wrapped in bright light. 

Saymon opened the door. 

And he, with no speck of hesitation, was ready to go beyond. 

And…


*                         *                     *


'Kuk!'

A bright ray of light stung his eyes. 

Saymon reflexively lifted his hand to cover the light and looked at the landscape that was surrounding him. 

He looked through a window which was letting in the warm sunshine. 

Little birds were twittering outside the window.

A chandelier could be seen on the ceiling of the room that was filled with elegant furniture. 

It wasn't just the things that his eyes could perceive. 

He could also feel the soft and warm blanket at his fingertips; the cool air that came out whenever he exhaled.

'Am I not dead?'

No, he definitely died in the hands of Rakan. 

He could still vividly feel the sword that went through his heart.

It was after death that he wandered around the darkness and found the door that was engulfed with bright light; he opened the door and then exited the dark place. 

'Wasn't there supposed to be an afterlife after that the door?'

The sense of sight, hearing, and smell had returned to him. 

And those senses were telling him that he was alive. 

He couldn't sense the Black Circle of the 9 circle magic in his heart anymore, but the fact that he was stabbed in the heart was probably the reason why.

And if there was something that filled his curiosity, it was… 

'Who saved me? Did anyone from the Darkness Magic Tower saved me?'

Click!

Wondering, he pulled on the blanket, and a sharp sound was heard. 

As he turned his head, he saw a girl with freckles opening the door. 

She looked like she was in her mid-teens, and that sharp sound came from the vase which broke since she dropped it. 

From her dress, it looked like she was a maid. 

And as Saymon was about to make a clarification, the girl suddenly went stiff and screamed. 

"Ahhh! The Young Lord has woken up!"

'Keu!'

Saymon frowned while blocking his ears. 

The scream of the freckled girl was pretty intense. 

The sound waves she was producing could even be mistaken for magic. 

Also, her scream wasn't the important thing.

'… Young Lord? Me?'

The girl was definitely looking at him. 

And on top of that, she was definitely screaming while looking at him. 

Saymon arranged his thoughts to understand the situation.

But before that could happen. 

Kwang-!

The doors of the bedroom were opened again and two people jumped in. 

An old man and a middle-aged man. 

When they saw that he was awake, they burst out of joy. 

"Young Lord!"

"You are really awake!"

As they were about to rush toward him, Saymon raised his hand and stopped them.

"Hold on! Are you the survivors of the Darkness Magic Tower?"

Saymon wanted to confirm things immediately. 

If the Darkness Magic Tower was still there, then various possibilities would be open for him. 

But the answer which he heard was unexpected, and it made no sense. 

"Sorry? Darkness Magic Tower? Young Lord, don't you know who I am?"

"I don't know. You saved me without knowing what a Darkness Magic Tower is? Who are you?"

While the old man was flustered, the middle-aged priest shook his head from ear to ear. 

"I think the impact from the accident is causing problems with the Young Lord's memory."

"Oh, my…!"

The old man looked rather sad. 

In the rarest cases, a severe shock to the head often resulted in the loss of one's memory, or their thoughts could be altered. 

The old man, who understood what the priestess was trying to say, looked at Saymon and began to explain calmly. 

"I am Hans, the deacon of Viscount Rakan, and this here is Maron, the head priest of the estate. And Young Lord will be the Lord of this place, which is why we are calling you Young Lord."

"Hold, hold on! What do you mean by noble?"

Saymon doubted what he heard. 

The deacon's name or the name of the priest were words he had never heard of. 

There were just two things that had caught the attention of Saymon. 

The very name of the person which he heard before dying was the very name he had to hear after waking up!

"Rakan of Baroque Empire?"

"… Rakan?"

"Yes, Young Lord! Remember something? The little lord, Luke de Rakan, the successor and lord of the estate of Rakan! You lost consciousness due to an accident, but I always believed that you would wake up Young Lord! And today finally…"

The words of Hans continued, but only a few of them had entered Saymon's head. 

Baroque… Rakan… Viscount.

'Don't tell me… it isn't that, right?'

That Holy Knight called Rakan, and the man who had pushed the knight to attack him was the Duke of Baroque, one of the supporters of the Iron Emperor. 

In the 'Baroque', that 'Rakan'? 

Saymon knew that Rhodesia Continent had a 'Holy Artenia'. And in no place of the kingdoms was a Viscount called Rakan. 

Saymon shook his head inside. 

'Maybe they are trying to trick me. Calling me a Young Lord, a man over the age of 40…!'

Saymon turned his head as he was lost in his thoughts. 

His eyes fluttered. 

There was a table mirror in place. 

And the image in the mirror was clearly a boy in his late teens and not a profound middle-aged warlock.

'This makes no sense…?'

Saymon touched his face. 

And the boy in the mirror did the same. 

Confused, he pulled his cheek to see if it was a dream. 

And the boy in the mirror did the same. 

'Huhu, for this…'

It was almost like he was trying to escape from the reality that he was in. 

Somehow, Saymon was able to clarify something that he wasn't aware of. 

Wavy platinum hair, blue yet stubborn looking eyes. Dark eyebrows with a wide forehead, a stiff nose, tight thin lips, and so on.

He looked rather sickly, but even then he seemed like a rather astonishing good-looker. 

After a while, from his mouth, a name had popped out.

"… Ra… Rakan!"

"Remember! Young Lord is the sole successor to the Rakan family."

"You are the blood of the great warrior Rakan."

Hans and Maron quickly added an explanation thinking that their Young Lord had regained a little of his memory. 

But it was all like throwing in gun power to a burning house. 

"Kyaaah!!"

Fury and hatred burst out like a volcano in the whole room. 

"Young Lord! Are you alright?"

"Where are you hurting?"

As Saymon was trembling with fury, the two men were startled. 

Whether they were startled or not, Saymon just spoke. 

"What is the date in the Holy Calender? 9849166899"

Something was going on in his head.

Soul Change.

It was a dark magic that forcibly took away the body of a person by replacing the soul in it. 

If the warlocks had followed him, then they might have used the Soul Change on the descendent of Rakan to revive him. 

And with that hypothesis, Saymon had just one wish. 

'This means that I could still take revenge…'

And for that to happen, both Baroque and Rakan had to be alive.

And for that, Saymon was hoping for the matter to not drag long. 

But… 

"Today is March 23 of 1532?"

"We are… in the fifteen hundreds?"

"Yes. It has been five hundred years since your father Rakan had passed away."

Saymon was turning restless in those moments. 

He died in the year 1021. Which meant that 511 years had passed since his death. 

His enemies had long died and turned into dust. 

Only the bloodlines of their families would remain. 

But what would it mean if all the accusers had died? Should he take down their descendants?

"Ho, ho, Hu!"

Saymon laughed for a second and then stopped. 

"Go away."

"Huh? What did you just say, Young Lord?"

"I said get out of my sight right away!"

Crack!

Saymon, who decided to give them a strong impression, threw the mirror to the floor. 

Hans and Maron, who were startled by their Young Lord's act, moved away from the sloppy bedroom. 

Nevertheless, Saymon, who wasn't free from his anger, threw the things which were in his hands.

"Keuu! Why… why is this happening!?"

The 9 Circle Warlock of Dark Magic called Saymon. 

Got resurrected in the body of Luke de Rakan's descendant. The Sword Emperor, who had done a bad deed to Saymon five hundred years ago.

Shaymon, the man who has achieved the apex of dark magic, is framed as being a Demon King and is killed.

'I will not let it end like this!'

He finally achieves new life but reality was cruel. Being born after 500 years, he was born as the descendent of his rival, the Sword Emperor!

"What about the sword?"
It was Desella who asked the question.
"You remember that red cross?"
Both Tishn and Desella nodded their head in acknowledgement.
"The red cross was the key to the sword. Only the one who understands the real meaning behind this baroque world will be awarded this, however, how would this lead to the sword, even I wasn't aware unless..."
Severus stopped in middle.
Unless?
Unless?
A painful expression crossed Severus' face."Unless the red cross isn't stained with the blood of the wielder of this cross. When Desella hugged me, she had my blood all over her hand and she accidentally touched the cross, so this way the cross was stained with my blood. However, since I was unconscious, the sword was not able to take shape and hence no changes occurred. I guess it used his powers to heal me and of course it was Desella who awakened me from my subconscious"
Desella was startled. 
"Me? How?"
"Of course sweety it was you. After your long confession, do you think I would let you die?", he smiled sweetly but in next instant, his expressions changed.
"You fool!"
He shouted angrily.
"What do you take Tishn for…..bleh.. bleh...bleh...old time sake. How can you even believe this son of a bitc.....bastard son of darkness"
Desella was stumped. She didn't have words to refute him.
"You actually believed him. Let me tell you what was his actual intension. He wanted to absorb your soul spirit and after doing that he would have killed me for my powers. And about that shit of coming back….do you really think you can come back from Oblivion. No, Idiot once your existence has vanished, you are no more. Not even your memories. You will be swiped out completely from the universe...Uhh...We need to talk Desella later but before that….."
"Time to say goodbye"
"Farewell Tishn", With this said, Severus twisted the blade of the sword inside Tishn. A howl vibrated inside the chamber as it crumbled.
"Severus the castle is crumbling"
"Yeah, I know Desella. Since I unfolded the mystery behind the baroque mirror existence, it will crumble as it's purpose has been fulfilled."
"Pass me that spear Desella"
Desella passed him the spear.
Without Delaying Severus pierced his chest again with Tishn's own spear as he took out the sword.
"LLLLil…...Dellllaa….we really adored you" With this Tishn died. His handsome face lost all of his colours and he just laid there, in peace.
Severus closed his eyes as he prayed for him.
"May your soul rest in peace"
The castle was crumbling quickly because of its owner death. Severus grabbed Desella and ran as far as he can while dodging debris. 
After they safely came outside of the castle they saw a silvery gate.
"Severus, Look. Its the gate. Gate of our world. Let's jump before it gets disappeared."
They both jumped inside the gate. 
----------------
Real-world!
Rivera kingdom main palace
Inside the chamber!
Bam!
Thud!
Desella landed on the floor on top of Severus.
Severus who was sandwiched between the floor and Desella grumbled, "Will you stand up from my chest or are you going to continue laying on top of me?"
Desella quickly stood up with a red face. When she was standing, she felt a metal poking her on her waist. When she inspected it, she was stunned.
 It was none other than the legendary sword with a blue blade.
"You bought it back?"
"I never intend to leave it there", he replied with a smile.
She didn't refute him. Like she can.
HAH!
"Now shall we leave this palace?"
"Sure Desella"
Severus helped her and soon they came out from the chamber but this time there wasn't even a scratch on his body. It was his sword that helped him defend against the curse. Severus observed that he could faintly see visions with the help of dark matter of this world but compared to the baroque world, it was very faint. 
Extremely blurry.
"Darkness of Baroque world can't be compared with the ordinary world I guess"
"Of Course Severus, you can't compare it. The darkness present inside the baroque mirror was specially made by Hades whereas here, it all depends on people's experience and reactions to it. The quality of dark matter present here is bound to be low"
She explained it.
She confirmed his doubts.
Severus thought about it but in the end, didn't give a deep thought to it. If he just going to see blurry images then this power is pretty useless in the real world.
As soon as they crossed the silent hallway they both were shocked to see so many people in front of them.
MOVE!
MOVE!
Move to right-wing of the castle for your safety!
The King ordered for all the women and children to move to the B wings and all the men inside the palace were ordered to report to the main gate of the main palace and provide assistance to the main trope there.
I repeat again!
TICK!
TICK!
TICK!
Sound of heavy footsteps approached them.
Severus quickly hid Desellla behind him and signalled her to be quiet.
The main palace was in the state of chaos. The troupe of soldiers were parading inside the castle while giving instructions. It was as if the whole castle was on fire. Everyone was in a state of panic however, something was amiss.
For the main palace to be in rush, there could be only two things that could happen. Either a war broke and a powerful opponent was battling them or else someone was deliberately attacking the main castle. From both of the conclusion, the latter seemed feasible since the first option was just impractical.
It's been only a few hours so for a war to break in such a short time was really odd plus, Rivera was not really a kingdom to be trifled unless you want a severe fight and that wouldn't be convenient for any kingdom.
"I think something major happened Severus" Desella whispered in his ear.
"I think so too. Let's go and check what issues are our dear kingdom is facing"
Desella nodded her head in acknowledgement but as if she remembered something, she shook her head.
"What?"
Severus was confused when he saw her acting strangely.
"You sure you want to go like this?"
"Yea, what's wrong with going like this?"
"Your disguise?"
"Oh, you mean silver hairs and black eyes?"
"Yea!!"
"Well I think it will save me from the eyes of that Crown prince and Royal dogs"
"Pff. Okay," She really laughed hard when Severus mentioned royal people as royal dogs. It actually suited them.
They both quickly sneaked from the main palace and soon found a large window near the hall.
There he saw the magnanimous scene of the history. The sky was painted orange and yellow because of flames. A humongous blackbird was raging there as it was spitting balls of fire on the palace. A huge portion of the palace was burnt completely and turned into a fine powder. 
"Noworry" Severus mumbled as he took a sharp breath. He nearly forgot about their broken contact. No wonder he was out here, raging on them.
"Huh, What? Noworry? Where?" Desella said when she heard Severus mumbling Noworry.
Severus pointed out high up in the sky.
Desella followed his direction and soon spotted a large black bird creating a massacre. It was squeaking as well as spitting fireballs. It was looking extremely angry as if someone has harmed his eggs.
"Holy Shit!"
"It's Nowoory there? Are you sure? Severus this....this, don't joke around. Although I agree that he looks a bit similar to Noworry, even there body structure and colour is the same but for heaven's sake SEVERUS, you just compare their sizes. Noworry is just small cute bird whereas this monster here is such a humongous beast spitting fire and killing everyone. You sure have some cheeks to say that the monster is none other than our dear Noworrry."
If Noworry was here He would have surely given a reaction like,
Noworry "..."
Cute, You kidding me?
Severus slammed his head. The less he wanted to tell Desella, the more circumstances were forcing him to tell. He was frustrated over that black pig flying above in the sky.
Pig....aka....noworry.
"Desella that big bird above there is our dear and cute noworry. Don't question me how and why just go with the flow and do what I say. Okay?"
"......"
"OKHAY"
Severus stood there still for sometimes. He was wondering how should he face Noworry with everyone there. If he just barged there then there was a high chance that Crown prince and King Marquis would recognise him. Though he was disguised but who are they? The king of Rivera and crown prince of the same kingdom. Was it a joke to kid them? Of course not. They will recognise him as soon as they will have their first look. Moreover, he himself didn't know if he could control the fluctuating emotion in his heart. If possible he would just beat crown prince for confrontation but that will foil his plans. This whole situation turned tricky. He never in his dreams imagined for the situation to take the turn for worse. 
Everything was going south for him.
His telematic communication with Noworry was not working.
The kingdom was on fire.
His strength was not regained.
"What the hell Noworry!!!!!!!!!!!!"


Severus, a handsome lad with a shy nature. He lived a life that could be called 'non-exisistent, his interaction with the opposite sex was more or less 'non-existent' as well, except for the crown prince's fiancée, Melanie. That too because both of them were childhood friends.

But this didn't last long, because Severus— was killed. 

Previous life -----

Severus was the ex-general and Shadow Knight of the Rivera kingdom. He was a loyal and charming knight who performed his duties very well. Despite his looks, he lived in the shadow of Crown Prince; Maverick, but destiny turned its wheel and the Crown prince's fiancée fell in love with Severus. 

Betrayal, heartbreak, and jealousy surged inside him and Maverick planned an assassination for his best friend Severus.
Severus died in pain. 

He felt betrayed and cheated by his own sworn brother but he accepted his fate and closed his eyes to accept death. The next moment he heard something earth-shattering.

Nobody knows what Maverick told Severus but whatever it was, it questioned Severus's existence.

“No, this can’t be true—”

“Who am I?”

“What am I?”

“Who are my parents?”

“What was the reason behind my existence?”

Severus died while these questions remained unanswered. 

——Present life——
Severus got reincarnated, but to his surprise, he was reincarnated in his same body and same timeline.
“Heck, it’s only been few days since I was assassinated and I got reincarnated”
“What are these powers?”
“A bird? Why is a bird here?”
“This black Raven is known as Noworry?”
Severus got a new life, and he vowed to unfold the mysteries which remained unsolved in his previous life. He swore to himself to take his revenge.

***********************
A new character is introduced in his new life; Noworry, a funny bird who becomes his pet, sent by Hades to help him.

In this life, he will have no shortage of women who wish to accompany him. 
Starting from ghosts and mortals to gods, Severus will entertain visits from every existence.

However, Severus didn’t ask for women. He was a man who believed that love can happen only once. Since his first love was unsuccessful, the word 'love' disappeared from his life.

Will there be any girl who would bring love back into his life?

Or will he remain as a monk for his entire life?

Witness Severus's growth and troubles, on his way to unfold the various mysteries of the world and becoming a great necromancer.
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Number 233 did not add his own comment that there was another name used by the audiences: The Assh*le Son of Someone.
To people, Baron Milk's powerful familiar and alchemy weapon had to have come from someone else. They believed that Baron Milk possessed an influential background.
This assumption was the reason why despite many people hated Baron Milk to the core, no one actually came looking for trouble outside the matches. 
When they were at the door of the manor, Angor suddenly remembered something and asked, "I still have the profile card on me. How were you allowed in the matches without it?"
Number 233 took out a profile card from his robe. "I don't really know. When choosing an opponent, I told Mister Baroque that I lost the card by accident, and he simply gave me a temporary one. The victories during these days are all recorded in this card. When you go to Sky Tower next time, you can go to the administration and transmit the victories into your original card."
Baroque didn't mind the impostor?
"I think that man can easily see through your disguise. He allowed you just so he can earn favor from my professor. Or… he was afraid of professor for some reason," Angor sneered.
Number 233 remained silent.
"Still, thank you for your help," Angor thanked the servant sincerely.
"It's nothing, really. Mister Toby was the one doing the fighting."
Toby lifted its beak again to wait for Angor's compliment.
Angor chuckled. The bad influence was not something serious since only a selected few knew his true identity, and none of those who knew him would give him out easily. Even Saka would keep his secret safe.
Angor bid farewell to Number 233 and entered the study on the second floor.
He saw Sunders sitting in front of the desk again. The gentleman was considering something with his eyes closed while supporting his chin with an arm. When Angor approached, Sunders finally looked up and spoke in his usual hoarse voice. 
"You came."
Sunders signaled Angor to take a seat.
Angor sat down and waited for some time. When he looked up, he saw Sunders being all silent in deep thought again.
"Um, professor?" Angor called carefully.
Sunders looked his way with a somewhat apologetic look.
He seems… concerned about something? Angor hesitated and wondered whether he should be a little "considerate" as a student.
"Did Mister Rein request something?" Angor tried.
It surprised Sunders a little. The gentleman smiled when he realized that his student was only trying to help. 
"He did. But it's nothing serious. He wanted to borrow my Sorcerer's Garden."
"Borrow the garden?" Angor remembered something mentioned by Ness, that someone wanted to use the garden to smuggle "live specimens".
"To smuggle something?" Angor asked.
Sunders nodded. He knew that Angor had a good idea about when to speak or withhold information, so he did not keep it a secret in front of Angor.
"Is it possible to smuggle creatures?" Angor asked in curiosity. "Like your phantom beasts?"
"Some, yes. But most of the targets are intelligent beings from other worlds."
"Intelligent beings in… other worlds?" Angor's heart raced faster for some reason.
"I think I mentioned something before, that any otherworldly creature must go through an 'official' path to enter the wizarding world and get registered. Otherwise, those ruffians from Supreme Cult will give you unending trouble like mad.
"However, those who came here legally are mostly from planes that shared a peace treaty with this world. We constraint each other either for profit or risk. Us wizards usually avoid doing anything to creatures from these planes," said Sunders. He paused to arrange his words before he continued, "Bioresearch is always a popular subject among wizards, and otherworldly humanoids are the most valuable test subjects. They always sell for a good price. Generally speaking… when someone is smuggling live specimens, he'll probably be dealing with such intelligent creatures."
"Will the Supreme Cult do something about it?"
"The ultimate fate of these creatures will always be death, and this is just what the Supreme Cult strives to achieve, so they'll not mind."
It was a rare chance for them to talk about otherworldly creatures, so Angor tried to think of a way to divert the topic to "how to prevent a smuggled being from getting rejected by world's consciousness".
But Sunders interrupted his train of thought.
"You don't have to learn too much of it at the moment. I wanted to tell you something about bloodline."
"Bloodline?"
"You made the right choice by rejecting Ness' offer. The bloodline of a succubus is a really good one, mind you. However, as a rare case of being a Nightmare Form, it'd be better if you use the bloodline of a monster native to the Nightmare Realm.
"Most of these monsters have counterparts in reality, but their blood tends to possess amazing powers that cannot be found in reality. Also, most of them help you learn illusions better. Some of my own illusion spells are connected to the blood of nightmare monsters. So is Flora's Red Reaper.
"Of course, it's up to you which bloodline you'll choose. I'm only giving you a suggestion that you should choose carefully."
"I understand, professor." Angor did not know why Sunders suddenly decided to talk about bloodlines, but he was glad he learned something.
"That's it for today. You can go now unless you have something else to ask."
Angor bowed to Sunders and prepared to go away.
Sunders glanced at the demon falcon statue on the desk and spoke to Angor's back, "I think Flora mentioned something about Lady Mirror's particular interest in small inventions. She did save your life, so don't forget to go thank her properly."
…
Angor left the study and ran into Butler Goode. Somehow, he expected this to happen.
"Butler Goode, I'll take these clothes away and get them washed before giving them back. May I?" Angor pointed at the suit on himself.
"The Master won't mind. They're thrown-away anyway. Please don't hesitate to discard them if they don't suit you."
Angor quickly waved his hands. "No, they're good on me. It's just… I feel a bit weird in them."
"Do keep them then, Mister Padt. You remind me of Master when he was still young. It was such an enjoyable time…" Goode seemed to be enjoying something in his memory.
Angor left quickly before Goode could start telling his old story.
Angor boarded a sky bus from Falling Cloud Stop. Inside the cabinet, he enjoyed the night breeze while trying to comprehend Sunders' reminder.
Of course, he remembered Lady Mirror's favor. But… he did not really like Lady Mirror's character. Did he simply need to "bring his handsome look" to Lady Mirror as per what Sunders said?
Truthfully speaking, Angor would not visit Lady Mirror like that.
"Small inventions?"
Speaking of inventions, Angor immediately thought about his unfinished music box.
A music box was not really an invention. But… a beautiful illusion and pleasant music would make up for it.
He did not have anything else that would interest Lady Mirror anyway. This toy was his only shot.
He returned to Apprentice Town Eight while going over his thoughts.
The town was quiet in the night. Only the marketplace in the distance was still bright.
Instead of heading home right away, Angor went down into the underground market first.
According to Number 233, the schedule for tomorrow's matches was already set. There were five matches. He also needed to check the announcement and see whether he was placed for extra matches.
Besides, he had to buy another wizard robe as soon as possible.
The old one was tossed away by Sunders, and he needed something to cover himself up in the tower.
He neither had time nor knowledge to craft his own alchemy robe, or he certainly would try to make one himself.
It was late. However, the underground market was still bustling with people like midday.
The clock suggested that it was past ten o'clock. Only a few people were in front of the announcement screen.
Angor read the screen from top to bottom and saw his name appearing 11 times. He had a match in almost every hour, from seven in the morning till seven in the afternoon.
He was allowed to draw five opponents in one day, which meant six other people chose his name in the lottery pool. It was not normal that Sky Tower gave him so many matches in one day. Angor took a guess that Baroque simply wished he could finish this level quickly and be gone. 
His assumption was mostly correct. Although it was not Baroque who wanted him gone. It was the Sky Tower. His matches all ended in "shameless ways", which did not help them attract audiences and ticket money, so the management team of the tower would like to see him finish his levels as soon as possible.
Angor did a brief calculation and realized the eleven matches would get him enough points to reach level 15. As for his opponents… it did not matter. He was going to ask Toby to finish the remaining job anyway.
Number 233's words did not give him a good explanation about how bad his name was. Here, however, Angor finally saw how much hate he attracted. 
He saw an apprentice trying to decide which match to watch when someone nearby quickly suggested that he should avoid "One-Hit Man". Next, he explained all kinds of dirty moves of "One-Hit Man" while occasionally cursing something. Even Angor himself began to dislike "Baron Milk" a little.
More apprentices joined the discussion to boycott Baron Milk. Even some mortals agreed with them.
Angor slowly turned to leave. He was getting worried that he would join them as well if he stayed here too long.
When Angor walked away, someone wearing a white bear costume appeared.
"Tonight, is the fated reunion." He walked to Angor's original position while muttering. When he arrived, he looked left and right without finding his target. 
"Oops… Fate does sometimes go wrong. I came a little too late."


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

The victorian house groaned as Anna made her way up the stairs. Her bedroom was on the first floor at the front of the property.  Her parents room was to the rear of the building and the long bathroom stretched the length of the hallway. The staircase continued to wrap around the second floor which Anna had not managed to explore. Flicking the switch on the first floor, Anna decided she would continue to the second floor where all the junk and numerous boxes yet to be unpacked had been dumped. 
The second floor was a small square landing at the top of the house . A tall internal door with a golden knob stood out on the shabby landing. The rain was still pounding on the sky light window but the warmth of the property made Anna forget the horrid weather outside. 
Anna went to the lonely door and pushed hard to open the it and discover the treasures which were hidden within the room. 
The loft space was dreary and other than a few boxes from their old house it held items which hadn't been touched for years and years. Cobwebs hung low from the rafters of the room and dust had settled on almost every available space. The bare floorboards creaked as Anna made her way into the room ready to investigate the many items untouched in this empty house. 
The only light which entered into the room was that from the daylight outside which poked its way into the room through the small circular window. 
Pushing a large cobweb to one side Anna dusted off the first cardboard box which attracted her attention. With the words 'do not open' its always the most intriguing of items. Opening the box, Anna found a variety of hats and scarves in the box. Large round formal hats with fur lining they looked beautiful and well kept. Small moth balls had been packed in to the box to protect the items within it, indicating they were once loved and meant something to someone a long time ago. 
The next few boxes all contained clothing which appeared to belong to a man and lady but nothing Anna recognised in her era. The stale smell of dust lingered in the room indicating just how long the items had probably been left unattended and stranded in the empty loft space. 
Anna turned around to see what other items were in the space, old but grand furniture covered the space. The loft was a vast space which covered the entirety of the building. Anna thought the space would make a beautiful study for her to come and do her homework and generally relax. As she skulked around the room in a general day dream a beautifully crafted full length mirror caught Anna's eye. Covered behind an old sheet, Anna made her way to the mirror to take a closer loom. She removed the sheet to reveal the white baroque style finish with intricate detail. The mirror was exquisite. Anna thought it would look beautiful in her new room so made an attempt to lift it to tKe it back downstairs. 
As Anna stepped to grab the mirror, her foot caught in the sheet she had dropped, she struggled to keep her footing as she held the mirror. The sheer weight of the mirror prevented her from keeping her balance, Anna fell with the mirror crashing in front of her, the largest crash boomed across the house as the mirror shattered into a 1000 pieces across the wood floor boards.

When Anna moves to a different town she has to get to start again making new friends and learning to blend in to the crowd. But after a run in with an ancient mirror, a strange character appears and ensures that Anna does anything but blend in. 
Follow Anna as she tries to understand who this character is and face the long battle ahead for inner peace or an unexpected death.

Inside a warship that belongs to the navy.
Inside his cabin, Lucas was reading the law of the world government, the part that talks about the warlords. He needs to collect enough knowledge so he can make a proper plan before he gets promoted. 
What Lucas needed was a major achievement, something to make him appear as a hero who preserves the face of justice and the world government. Lucas can use his other option which is simply, dong his job until the HQ see that he has enough experience to promote. But to Lucas, as he didn't want to wait a couple of years, the second option wasn't choice. 
Lucas's ticket to promote is to take a warlord down. Since the beginning of his journey, Lucas believed that his actions would change the timeline too much, so it was kind useless to know what kind of adventure the straw hats had and trying to keep the timeline the same because Lucas would gain nothing, and as someone who watched the flash, knew it is useless. 
But knowing wasn't useless, things such the world itself and what is happening in secret, and what some characters have done and what are their goals, that knowledge is more precious than gold. 
It was the night, and Lucas was bare-chested, Lucas was sitting on a chair with his legs on the table, his right hand was holding the law book while his left held a knife. From time to time, Lucas would throw a knife and hit an old wanted poster, which was stuck to his cabin's wooden walls. 
The poster contained a face that was very famous and known in this world and the earth. The face's in the poster belongs to a man who is a previous pirate, and now he is someone who can do piracy with the protection of the law. 
Currently, people know him as the leader of Baroque works, his code name is Mister Zero, and his name is Crocodile, a black-haired man with a long scar on his face. Lucas is one of the few that knows what crocodile is doing, maybe the only one besides his assistance Nicco Robin.
Crocodile is planning to cause an inner war and take a country down causing a bloody shower and killing millions of innocents. Crocodile acts are abusing his position as a warlord, once his actions of causing such bloody stream are exposed, Crocodile would lose his seat as a warlord and get arrested by laws. 
"What shitty rules" Lucas stood up and throw the law book. The law doesn't allow him to strike crocodile based on his instincts, once he did that without clear proof or permission from a higher authority, then he would be punished for acting on his own, and if his actions didn't lead to proof, then he may get degraded to a captain.  However, if he appears right, and as a hero, they would get a major achievement of saving a country and its people.
Warlords are very strong individuals in this world, most of them were pirates and previous criminals, or bounty hunters before the world government offers them to join their side for benefits. Their existence is necessary for the balance between the powers as the other side has very powerhouses that can destroy the world. 
Warlords are obligated to answer the word government's calls, and they are allowed to do piracy under the name of the law and minor crimes such as illegal commerce, and marines are not allowed to stop them either fight them at first. Every marine in the navy is against this system, every admiral vice admiral and bellow has shown their refusal, but they were a necessary military force. However, some things are forbidden on the warlords, for an example, they can't ally with other pirates, also, they are not allowed to use their position to take a country down, causing inner wars and doing extreme crimes. Any warlord who abuse using his 
But Crocodile isn't to be underestimated, once Lucas makes move, Crocodile would hide every evidence and destroy it, after all, Lucas is a marine and not a pirate.
Lucas started to walk around the room; he shot another knife at Crocodile's poster. 
'Even if I raise my suspicions to the HQ, it would be ignored, and Crocodile would be more careful in his schemes, and eventually. I would just earn nothing.'
"And even if I took Crocodile down in secret and saved that country, If I do it, then crocodile would fall without confirmation of his actions, he wouldn't lose his Warlord seat, and I would just have done a public service in secret without getting any credit" 
"There is nothing for me in that case, tsk" 
Lucas threw another knife on Crocodile's old poster, his authority as a commodore is limited, and he isn't allowed to pick up a fight with a warlord neither attacking them without clear evidence. 
"Somehow, I have to make crocodile hasten with his plans, and catch the evidence on him before I make my own move" Lucas was walking in the cabin back and forth trying to think of a solution. 
"And no matter what, Crocodile has a whole network and eyes everywhere, and I stand alone" 
Lucas stopped and almost massaged his head. That was a dangerous move that may send him to a heavenly world of relaxation numbness. 
He thought back at the time when he was reading the manga. Alabasta arc, after Monkey D Luffy, with a miracle defeated Crocodile and ruined his plans, which exposed his schemes. Captain Smoker, who arrested the members of the baroque works with Hina's help, was forced by the world government to take the credit and got a promotion. 
Lucas stopped as he felt inspired. 
'This reminded me, of the story, some noble and peerless swordsman, who couldn't face the Spanish government with his face,
Don Diego De La Vega. The original Zorro'
'naturally, if I can't go against the laws with my face, I have to cover it, Do whatever I can to cause chaos to Crocodile and the World Government '  Lucas opened his mouth slightly as he turned his head and looked to a mirror.  Lucas kept looking to his reflection for five minutes straight with his jaw opened a bit, he reached another idea.
"This is either madness or a complete brilliance"
Lucas then smirked. Becoming two faces for the same coin, this is the solution he had reached. This idea is very dangerous, Lucas needs to be cautious not to be caught. Lucas quickly opened his storage and took a bunch of clothes and he started to wear them. Lucas could think in his previous life about one person who did that. 
Since Lucas got a lot of money from Arlong, he bought many things and put them inside his storage, one of those things was a clothes shop and a cigarette store.

Lucas put a black suit, He put a belt around his waist, and then he took a pair of black boots and a pair of black gloves and wore them. After that, he put took a bandana and made two holes for his eyes, Lucas wrapped the bandana around his head, it covered half of his upper face, and then Lucas took the last piece, a black hat.
Lucas looked to his reflection in the mirror while thinking he has gone mad. But with this clothing style, no one should recognize him. 
A black rapier appeared in his hand, and then Lucas waved in the mirror. *Slash*x3.  A large Z mark appeared in the mirror. 
(Z, the sign of 'Zorro'.  I believe the old generation knows the difference between Zorro and Zoro, and who is the parody) 
Suddenly, Lucas's Haki alerted him that someone is going to enter. Lucas quickly used the system's functions and moved his clothes to the store along with the mirror that holds Z's mark, then with amazing speed, he wore his pants, casual shirt and the navy cape.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Come in" Lucas yelled as he sat next to his table. 
"Commodore" a soldier entered and made the military salute, in his hand, there was a lot of papers and files. "Captain Hina sent you the reports that you asked for"
Then he went to the table and put the papers, Lucas looked at the files with an unusual look. She did send her reports as well. Heck, this paper pile is four times bigger than what he used to handle in his cousin's office. 

"You can go" Lucas sighed and went to sit next to the table. With his Management level 9, this pile would end in a matter of seconds. Besides, paper works aren't to underestimate, any smart person can find that these papers would hold important strings that would lead to important things, such as the pirates' location, where they appeared, what they are doing and so.
That was something Lucas learned while doing paper works for his cousin.
The soldier turned while holding his cheek, even though this commodore is bit tough, he is doing his job while everyone else is sleeping, it is shown that he takes things seriously, unlike them who are sleeping now.
After he left, Lucas was alone again. Lucas's hands become blurry as he was organizing the papers, in a few tens minutes, everything was done. in his office, the files were organized into categories, and from A to Z. 
Lucas then picked up a file from the category that shows the tracks pirates and illegal commerce during the last six months, he started to read. 
'Okay, now I need to need to pretend to do my job for a while before taking a small vacation'

An underground delivery boy got a second chance to live and entertain some Supreme being, and he got the strongest system to help him live his life as he desires.

Current world: One Piece.

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Learn how to use your brain. You may feel cool for say Thinking with D may sounds bad. But, trust me, thinking with your butt is worse.

Lost. For hours Lancelot and Odette have been wandering to the land similar yet not. They have already spent their remaining money for food and had no choice but to spend the night in the woods. It was already the break of dawn and they were still persistent on finding someone who could help them.

The two arrived at a market where people were already selling food and other useful objects even it was still early. With the cloaks they bought upon their arrival, the two tried crossing the market without getting noticed.

Once a while Lancelot and Odette would enter a tent and act interested with the things being sold until they saw a newspaper with the front page having Guinevere's photo.

"Guinevere Baroque has officially opened The Baroque Market open to all the people of the Land of Dusk..." Lancelot quietly read.
"Guinevere did this? How strange..." said Odette.
"We have to find her. I think the castle is just near here."

Lancelot and Odette quickly left the tent and continued their way out by crossing the market. Lancelot was right, the castle was near the market. They eventually reached a long road which led towards the castle. The two walked together closely.

"Lance." said Odette.
"Yes?" replied Lancelot.
"We already know that we are trapped on another world. How can you be sure that the Guinevere here will help us?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I really hope she will listen. I mean...we found her first, who else are we going to go to?"
"I hope this works..."

Lancelot took Odette's right hand and kissed it as he smiled. The two continued walking with their hands intertwined.

They were getting closer towards the castle that they could already see it from their position. It looked nothing different from the castle back at the Land of Dawn. The two finally removed their cloaks as they approached towards the gate. The two nodded at each other stating they were already ready. Lancelot loudly knocked on the door using the metal door knocker. It alerted the guards from the walls. 

Upon seeing the two, the guards quickly grabbed their bows and arrows and aimed towards Lancelot and Odette.

"Stay calm..." whispered Lancelot.

The two awaited outside. A guard quickly went inside the castle running as fast as he could towards the throne moon and there the guard stopped quickly kneeling on the ground as he faced the ruler.

Outside, Lancelot and Odette were patiently waiting for the right person to come outside. It was then the gates slowly opened and knights marched forward into defensive position. At the end of the line came the person they've been waiting for.
"Gwen." said Lancelot.
"Lance? Even now I can see you with my own eyes it is still unbelievable. You can't possibly be him." said Guinevere walking slowly towards the front of the knights.

It stopped Lancelot for a while, staring at his sister only who looked different. Caramel colored hair and light blue dress. He gazed upon her hazel brown eyes filled with bitterness. They both stared at each other until Guinevere moved her sight towards Odette. All of a sudden, she was filled with hatred as her face became very serious.

"Sister, hear me out! We ask for your help. There is a phenomenon and we  need answers!" said Lancelot.
"I think I should be the one needing answers. What is going on and why am I seeing you here with your own murderer?!" shouted Guinevere.
"Murderer?" asked Odette.
"Yes Odette! Have you forgotten how you killed my brother?" 
"No, no! I am not who you think I am. I couldn't even dare to harm Lancelot!" 
"Those sweet words are only filled with lies. I don't want to be fooled anymore. You must be pawns of the Dark Abyss. Now shut up!"

Guinevere enraged that she used her magic and jumped towards Odette's location. Odette managed to dodge and sprint away. Guinevere tried chasing Odette but Lancelot blocked her way. He then felt anxious remembering what his little sister could do to him.

"Stop Guinevere! Listen to me!"
Guinevere refrained from running and stood tall in front of Lancelot meeting his eyes with her serious look.

"I admit, I'm trembling right now...you see, we are not the people you're referring. I'm clearly not dead and certainly Odette is not an evil killer. Strange things just happened. We were taken into this land like a mirror to our world which is the Land of Dawn. Please...sister."

Guinevere lowered the tension she was carrying as she crossed her arms sighing for she was still not convinced of the two.

"Guinevere just listen to all we'll say and I swear to offer you help on whatever burden you have," said Odette as she walked back towards Lancelot's side.

Guinevere decided to let them in and gave them breakfast. They stayed at the balcony parallel to the balcony where Lancelot and Odette had their tea party. Both of them started talking about what happened before their arrival and some happenings back at the Land of Dawn.

"Seven months ago, a war enraged all over the Land of Dusk.We were told to focus on defending our territory but Lancelot could not resist from keeping distance from Odette and her castle. It was that night, he left to go to her. I followed him and tried not to be seen. But when I came, they were already fighting. I witnessed how Odette became so deadly. Lance could not even hurt her but she still went for the kill using his own sword. I was disappointed until now, I didn't make it to save him. From that night, Odette earned the name 'Black Swan'. Ever since, she was now difficult to be found," narrated Guinevere.
" Where are the others by the way?" asked Lancelot.
"I'm the last Baroque Lancelot. The rest died during the war. That's why I have to stay strong for the future of our people. I vowed to avenge each and everyone especially Lancelot."
"I'm deeply sorry. I never thought the Odette here would be like that," said Odette.
"I apologize as well, it seems my hatred and distrust have so grown so much that I thought they were you. Also, I know nothing of this phenomenon and this is no place for answers. The Moniyan empire might help but it would take days before you get there. There is another option, although I'm not sure if you'll receive the precise answers. Travel to the east, there is an astrologer there. She might help you."
"Thank you, Gwen. We'll come back hopefully with the news about the Black Swan," Lancelot said.
"Be attentive, the dark forces are around. You don't want to end up like my Lance."

For the MLBB X Webnovel contest, this story is served as my entry. Hope you all like it!


Ever since the Conflict of Dawn occurred, the lives of the people of the Land of Dawn has never been the same. 
Order and Chaos are always observed for both Light and Dark.
But when everyone thought things are over, to the Dark Heroes, the real fight has just begun.
Planning to create a perfect world where only darkness exists, the forces of the Dark Abyss gathered to one objective and finally created the object for their success. However, it lacked something which only Lunox could give. The forces of the Moniyan Empire did not like the idea. they tried keeping Lunox safe. Unfortunately, the Dark Abyss got Lunox. They thought that once they had her, their plan would be complete. It turned out that the Dark World they are supposed to create was altered by Lunox herself into another world parallel to theirs- the Land of Dusk - and that another versions of themselves existed.

One: Bloody Night
Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
Vincom Landmark 81
81st Floor

♪♪You can be the peanut butter to my jelly,
You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly,
You can be the captain and I can be a first mate,
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date.


You could find it weird for two damsels wearing evening fancy gowns with black mask covering their faces, seeming beautifully aesthetic and looking innocent while holding a sniper and pistols, locking on someone and securing an area for a mission.

Yes, call it weird but we exist.

"Sniper ready, give me a target," I said as I aimed the sniper and sighted 100 meter distance.

"Faramis, the lycanthrope like guy. He is surrounded with naked ladies, aim at the 67th floor from the building in front." 

"Copy." I answered after I heard the information from my earpiece. These gadgets are hella on fire, they are indeed amazing. No one could deny the fact that Dawn Organization is the best and most advanced agent Organization in the world.

"Hey, that's my line," Lesley, my agent buddy pinched my shoulder, "How dare you!" She chuckled.

I smirked and laugh in a small tone, "And that was supposed to be my line, lady."

"Whatever. It doesn't matter anyway," Lesley sighed and aimed her pistol as she secured the area while I'm searching for our target, "I have no idea why you're holding my sniper while I'm guarding you from behind. I am not your sidekick, you bitch."

I chuckled, "Ask the officers. They smoothly changed our tasks, bitch." I said without gazing at her direction, "And besides, securing the area is much harder than locking targets, you fucking know that."

It's true. Running around while shooting everyone attacking you is much harder than bending your knees down and aiming your sniper as you lock someone.

I don't know why the officers in Dawn Organization swapped our position. Maybe because Lesley got injured in her past mission. But despite having injury, I know she can still aim well since she's a pro handling her sniper while I can do all the jobs around to secure her area. I can even jump off this building to chase some idiot criminals or guards just to protect her. I am skilled with pistols and physical abilities in closer ranges while she can stay from a distance and shot every person going against my way.

"Those officers really know how to handle bulkhead agents," I blurted and smirked. "Aim bitch, I just found that damn Faramis."

She laughed and looked around. We are buddies and we do not care with such bitches nicknames as long as it's the both of us.

"Sure, bitch. I guess his servants are now looking for us, this will be a bloody night again."

I have known Lesley for being such a kind and adorable lady. We easily became friends since she was the first one to welcome me in the Dawn Organization. The long braided haired lady is naturally friendly, so we got along that easy as we became buddies along our missions.



♪♪You can be the hero and I can be a sidekick,
You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split,
You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'
Or you could be the sun when it shines in the mornin'




"Seriously Baroque, are you not distracted with your stentorian music?"

I roared, "Stentorian? This isn't even loud enough for you to hear."

"How could you listen to your music while listening and talking to me and heeding at your earpiece at the same time?" She asked. "You three-time badass."

"That's what you called phenomenal ability, Vance." I smoothly answered.

"I understand now why Lancelot keeps on scolding you."

I gasped when she mentioned my brother. Some of the agents doesn't know I have a brother, simply because I introduced Lancelot to everyone as my boyfriend and it was fucking hilarious.

"Stop mentioning random persons, the officers can hear us through earpiece. They might be laughing right now," I warned.

She chuckled, "Well, I'm just afraid your boyfriend might be so worried knowing you're in a mission right now."

I snarled, "Shut up, Vance."

The officers might be laughing their asses off now while eavesdropping with our conversation. I still have no plans on revealing the truth to everyone. Only a few, certainly most are officers, knew that Lancelot is my brother. And it's funny how everyone react when Lancelot visits me in our headquarters.

"Set, Vance," I whispered as I saw our target sitting in his swivel chair with ladies around, "Target locked."

"Always, Baroque. Now do it."


"♪♪Don't know if I could ever be,
Without you coz boy you complete me,
And in time I know that we'll both see,
That we're all we need," I sang along the song to calm myself. It might be weird to everyone but I find solace while listening to music and doing my task at the same time.

"Nice voice," someone talked behind the earpiece.

I shut myself for a second. I almost forgot we don't have privacy here, these annoying officers can freely hear everything.

Lesley laughed, "Wow, got a compliment from officer Vale. That hot guy might be looking over you from the camera,"

I cringed and growled, "Oh please, Vance, they can hear us for fuck's sake shut your mouth."

I can hear people laughing from the earpiece, they are certainly the eavesdropping officers.

"We got a new ship, huh." A voice from behind talk. "Agent Guinevere and Officer Vale will be a good couple, I suggest another mission for the both of them."

My heart raced. Are they serious? I am not nervous being with Officer Vale, I'm cringing about the ship they were talking about.

"I can't wait for that. Please assign them together, Ms. Lunox," Lesley mocked.

"Oh shut up,"

I focused myself. Everyone noticed my sudden serious mode, meaning I am ready to fire my bullet anytime.

"Ready," I began.

"Ready." Lesley answered.

"Ready."

I sighed and sighted carefully. I only have one target, it's Faramis, and it's kinda hard since there are naked ladies stripping and dancing around him. I must shot that pervert before he could pound any lady around him.

"Aim well, Baroque."

"Copy officer Vale. Target locked." I answered and casted my index finger as I menacingly closed my other eye for lucid vision.

I could feel their smirks while I was talking with officer Vale. I guess they are serious with that shipping thing. Whatever it is, I should get over this and leave with Lesley.




♪♪'Cause you're the apple to my pie,
You're the straw to my berry,
You're the smoke to my high,
You're the one I wanna marry.



I carefully locked Faramis' head, and when I was certain enough to shoot him, I counted on my head. Three, two...

"One..." I trilled and pulled the trigger.

The bullet went on a slow motion despite of it's raging speed. In a blink of an eye, the building in front wrecked as the mirror from the 67th floor cracked. The ladies screamed as they witnessed how Faramis' head exploded with a single bullet from an unknown sniper.

"Target down," I smirked and stood up beside the shocked Lesley.

"Damn, fucking unbelievable."

"Target down, I thought she would fire plenty of bullets before she could hit that Faramis. It's so dark, our agents are awesome after all."

"You are fucking awesome, buddy." Lesley tapped my shoulder and catched her sniper. "I'm gonna fix then and we'll go,"

I nodded and prepared my Arcadia machine and tool AutoMag III, .30 carbine 9mm Winchester Magnum.

"Let's go," Lesley said indicating she's done fixing her sniper. She carried the bag containing her sniper and immediately followed after me, "To the rooftop."

I nodded and doubled my steps to reach the door fast.

"Move faster ladies, the guards in your building were triggered. Vincom Landmark's sentries are heading your way, ride the nearest elevator first. You cannot go at the rooftop now, there are guards waiting."

"Just why are they hunting us, we are not the bad guys," I hissed.

"Come on Baroque, you cannot expect them to calm down when you just shot the CEO of Faramis Building in their loving floor."

"Fine, this will be a bloody night then," I said as I skip another walk to reach the elevator. "Come, Lesley."

"On my way,"

"Remember, never shoot someone unarmed." Vale reminded.

"Copy," Lesley and I said in unison. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds before the occupied elevator opened.

*TING*

Beyond being such an innocent auburn demoiselle, Guinevere Baroque is not your typical badass girl. Guns and bullets are her bauble, chasing criminals is her sport, and hunting death is a play. She works as an agent in the largest and most advanced agent league in the world, the Dawn Organization. She struggles with the annoying hot guy, Gusion Paxley over the top spot. Belief and annoyance yonder, Guinevere and Gusion couldn't agree more being matched in a quest for a case that hasn't solved for over a year. 

Leaping pride to bound, both faced their cyclones along with their treacherous hearts as their own little worlds bumped and collided amidst.

When life is beneath death, and the newest romantic feeling could cost anything, will you still pursue to risk everything and sacrifice or leave and fade into nothingness for safety?

Join them as they unfold secrets, solve cases, and hunt quests along with their untold vague sentiments.

⚜️⚜️⚜️

Granger looked at himself in the mirror with an emotionless gaze. He would never look at his reflection for more than a second but because Guinevere was undressing behind him he couldn't resist.

"Are you still turning away?" Guinevere asked. She was struggling to clip her corset on that Granger forced himself to help her. 

"Oh!" She gasped and instantly pressed the corsete against her chest as he clips it on. 

"Have you gained weight?" He asked.

Guinevere tensed and nervously chuckled. "I guess?" He absent-mindedly pressed his hands on her waist. Never before have they felt so ice cold until now.

"Where's your bow?" 

"I lost it back at the Celestial Palace, sadly." She replied. "No worries. I have this."

Guinevere walked towards the dresser, hoisting her hair into a ponytail as she ties it with a red ribbon.

"It doesn't suit you."

She sent a glare at him on the mirror. "How dare you."

"How about this?" He said, revealing a purple bow.

"You found it? Why didn't you return it to me earlier?"

"It's kind of like another part of you. It's been with me for years so it's as special as you are to me that I'm unable to surrender it so easily." 

Guinevere felt warmth filled her heart. She pulled his body closer and moaned when he kissed her forehead. "I'm here now, so give it back to me."

"Fine." Granger sighed in defeat. "But I need something in exchange. I love this ribbon more than my entire life, you know. It's the reason I've made it this far."

"Alright, fine. Don't be so attached to an object." She huffed. After taking off the red ribbon, she ties it around his collar. "Surprisingly, it suits you." She giggled.

He spun her around, placing the purple ribbon on her hair. She could feel herself falling in love with him all over again as she stared at their reflection.

"I don't know what my parents are going to say of you," Guinevere said. "But if you find them upsetting, tell me at once and I'll make their deaths quick."

"I see I'm becoming a bad influence on you, love." He whispered in her ear.

Her body was fuming of lust. "Love. That's the first time you ever called me something else other than Gwen."

"I called you princess, but don't expect me to call you anything else again other than Gwen." 

"Why so?"

"It makes me feel like a different person."

"You can be the same person and still call me princess, love."

He rolled his eyes, getting annoyed. "Enough with the small talk. Come here."

Granger hauled her up on top of the dresser. In no less than a second he was diving deep into her mouth. "Why is it that I'm not myself whenever we're alone?" He growled heavily as he plucked out of the kiss to breath.

"Shouldn't we hasten on packing? Lance and Oddette should be waiting for us downstairs already." Guinevere slowly said as she pushed him off.

"They can wait. I need a taste of you... real quick." He purred as he began unzipping his jacket.

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Jane Baroque looked upon her Palace gardens, appreciating the view with the sun setting on the horizon. The sky was in a rosy shade of color. Dusk was her favorite hour of the day and she would never missed one without seeing a sunset.

It has been perhaps the one-hundredth day after her daughter ran away. She had no child to take care of anymore. She understood why Guinevere would let her family's reputation be torn apart in exchange for the freedom she's always yearned for. 

But what she never understood was how Guinevere would fall for someone such as Granger. It had not to be Gusion but him instead to capture her heart. How? What was so interesting in the orphaned Hunter?

Jane had always suspected the endgame would rather be Gusion and Guinevere. Her faith was so much as that she thought they would not only fall in love but also unite the two families into one, making them even stronger among the Land. 

But Guinevere had to be such an unpredictable girl. Though Jane isn't mad about her daughter, she's grown tired of that. In fact, she's mad about herself for not knowing her true colors. 

How she was not only a lady after all this time but also a fighter and how she favored freedom than order. It was as though Guinevere wasn't the same babe she always rocked and sang a lullaby to every night.

It was sad enough she had to think twice whether she really was her mother or not.

Both of her only children were now gone. The castle seemed empty and every meal the married couple would have had become stale. Life wasn't the same as it was before when Guinevere and Lancelot were still little. If only Jane could turn back time, to when she made the biggest mistake of her life, she would without hesitating so.

Sensing her husband had entered the balcony quietly, she spoke without turning around, "do you ever feel so lonely now that they're all gone? Because I do." 

She had become so miserable that she was getting senile. There were baggages on her emerald green eyes that were not there before. It was the result of overthinking and lack of sleep. Her voice had gotten deeper and wavering as well. 

Jane would become mistook by others as Guinevere's older sister. Now she expects no similar compliments would come in her way anymore.

"You are only feeling what is called melancholy. Tell me what you want and perhaps we can rid it in no time." Her husband responded. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat before answering. "I want my children back." She said in shockingly only a whisper. Then after a second, she crashed her face in her palms and bursted into tears. 

"We have no children anymore, Jane. They have left at their own will, taking our sacrifices for granted! We took care of them and expected none in return but the survival of our lineage. Lancelot was one idiotic son for disappearing without no say but Guinevere? She has to be the most ruthless child I've had yet."

Jane acknowledged the fact that they were not only her husband's first family. Factly, they were his second for his first all died in an ambush by demons when they were still living at Eruditio. 

"No matter what you say, dear, they are still our offsprings. They are what they are now for we are to blame, can't you see?"

"Don't you dare involve me. You have only yourself to blame for producing such rebellious minds! I always knew your blood is bad."

"If you knew I carry toxic genes then why did you marry me off in the first place?"

Silence filled between the couple as though there was a massive jar between them. 

Jane watched her enraged husband as he tramped off, dismissing himself. 

She knew being married to a man a decade her senior wasn't going to be easy. But his money and title weren't the only reasons she married him. It might seem like it is now, but back then all Jane cares about her husband was his indomitable love for her.

Not power. Not climbing the social ladder. Only his love despite she was only his late wife's handmaiden back then. It had seemed Jane has forgotten who she really is throughout her years. 

She wasn't born of old money and with royal magic blood. She was simply a mere mortal who was born into a peaceful village only dwelled of humans outside the Enchanted Forest. There was no magic she could wield but she had an enchanting beauty

She was more beautiful among any Elf maiden and men would surrender their power for her hand in marriage. She was rumored to be a human incarnate of the love goddess, and as an result, the love goddess blessed her a bright future ahead of her.

She went on to marry into one of the most entitled families of magic in the Land and bore beautiful and gifted children.

Criticisms about her past had become common after their marriage. She would often be scornfully mocked about being a gold-digger and a power-hungry trophy wife. Albeit both she was not even in her own husband's eyes.

Optimism was the only thing that prospered in the Baroque family. That is until Guinevere had seemed to have enough of being prepared for a successful morrow. Though Jane would take all the blame for it was her own mistake. She raised her daughter right. Only she didn't know her daughter all too well like a mother should.

Guinevere's birthday was nearing and Jane wanted nothing more than their family to be reunited again, even for a day.

In the Land of Dawn where daughters of prestigious nobles are forced into arrange marriages for the sake of legacies, true love is almost impossible for the young and independent Guinevere. That is until she runs away from her engagement party to find the Death Chanter, her childhood best friend.

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