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"You can't do it." They all said, glaring down at her. "Why? I want to write a book." She said, wilting under their cold stares. "Just look at how you've fallen. How are you even going to write a book? This is all your fault." they chorused. Indeed, Seanae was sprawled on the icy cobblestones. Her scraped knees were bleeding waves of crimson. "B-but you're the ones who pushed me." She whimpered. Suddenly, they all went dead quiet. Seanae looked down, embarrassed. "You can't do it." They repeated. "You can't even pick yourself up." But she did. Slowly, she dusted off her knees and limped into a standing position. "You're wrong. I can do it, and I will," she told them. And with that, "English Rose" was published. ~~~~ Pls help dis rando author ;-; I have dirt bank account and dirt writing skills but gold imagination ~~~~ Please give me viewssssss art release every 5k *read till at least the second chapter before you decide to ditch it pls* - EVERY WEEKDAY (daily updates monday-friday and maybe on the weekends too?) I HAVE A CHANNEL NOW !!! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR6DjAK9vpn_EeDtn4Wr2mw NOT MY ART I USE DIS GENERATOR --> https://perchance.org/ai-photo-generator ART RELEASE : (I got 5k views so here it is) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gb2oLOrgMFH0WBXGh6GGutvv6uSdddlS-bMXpV-Wmpg/edit

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CHAPTER FORTY

as we reached the ducal estate again, I stepped out, now in my gray priest robes. I had expected them to be grey, and they wee a bit loose because the sleeves were too long - but everything else was good.

You shouldn't have any problems with stopping that plague now. Bog commented, and I nodded. "So you know about the plague too." I said, and Bog replied, Obviously. I am the creator of the universe, so I oversee all timelines. "Then you know what happened in the last one? Why didnt you say anything?" I asked, surprised, and Bog huffed. You never asked, Idiot. I didnt need to ask either since I already know all about you.

"You do? Thats creepy." I said, startled, and Bog laughed. Yes, but you're the perfect Apostle. Which reminds me, what are you going to cook up today? Oh, Bog knew me a bit too well. "Oh. well. Apparently all the children here are required to take these gruelign classes from a young age. But I've had enough studying for a lifetime, so I think I'm going to ask the duke to make it optional." I said, stretching. Then where are you going, Cordelia 2nd? The duke's office is the other way. Bog said, slightly confused. "Ah. Well, I'm going to visit the library first. Levi said something weird yesterday, so I'm starting to wonder if Lisa and Phil aren't the only transmigrators." I said to bog, who instantly added another question. Transmigraors, Cordelia? "Oh, yeah. People who egt brought here from other worlds." I said, and Bog continued to fire questions. You think Levi is one of them? "Nope. Not a transmigrator. I'm staring to think he's a looper." I said, and, before Bog could interject, I said, "People who remember memories from their old lives or previous timelines, or can freely see other's memories from past lives."

It would be possible. He always seems a bit careful around you. Bog mused, and, honestly, I had to agree. But, how would I ask? hey, Levi, Im not the real cordelia, could you possibly be the same? No way. Stop talking. Oh. By the way, Cordelia, your friend is in the library. Bog said, and I titled my head. Who? Not Levi, obviously, but then that left Zal. "The Zal I know doesn't study." I scoffed. As I eneteed the library, palms yanking at the golden-plated door handles, I looked around carefully. The library of House Eur. Just like I had described it.

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