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An Explorer's Guide (BL)

Completed! =) Healing is not just healing, it is also politics. Edwin had heard it all, had repeated it time and time again. He did not want to accept those words. They were vile, they were poisonous. A necromancer such as himself had no right to become a healer, he still did his best. An altruist like him had no place in the service of the king as Boliarin. He still refused to give up the title, for fear that someone else would take it, and plunge Duria into chaos. All his life, he had played by the rules. Even when he suffered losses, even when he believed he could not look himself in the mirror. Everyone has a breaking point. Edwin did not lie to himself. He was calm, but not sane. The camel's back had long since been broken. And yet, when his ray of moonlight, the vampire Hadrian, offered to travel with him, Edwin agreed. He lets himself pretend he was good, hoping he might lie to himself one of those days. Would Harry be enough to stop him from darkening the world? Or would he end up just another villain, who had once been bright-eyed and hopeful? The story is complete, and has 109 chapters in total, around 1k each. Updates: 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. Thank you for your time! =)

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Chapter 48: The package

Edwin stared at the contents of the package before him, then at the grinning redhead with brown eyes who gave it to him.

"Is this a joke?" Edwin hissed. Of all the things Cardinal Leo IX could have asked for from a foreign Boliarin, this was by far the worst thing.

"Oh, I have no idea what you mean. I was not allowed to open the package, you see," the smile on the Hafnon man widened and Edwin felt his eye twitch.

"The Surian Theocracy has three Boliarins. Why can't they handle something like this?" Edwin snapped, not wanting to play games with Thorold Hafnon.

"I am afraid I truly don't know what you mean. Perhaps if I can take a look?" Thorold extended his hands towards the package and Edwin trusted it in his hands. Despite his normally iron self-control, his foot began tapping.

Thorold pretended to read what he had already read in a dark alley and hummed.