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After dinner, all the guests were escorted to their rooms in the grand Belmod Manor. Some were exhausted, desperate to crash into bed for a good night's sleep, while others craved solitude, barring their doors to the outside world.
But one guest was buzzing with energy, far from ready to call...
Threadmarks: Chapter 17: Arrival at Belmod Manor and Dinner?
After a refreshing shower and a quick change into clean clothes, the group was escorted to a grand dining room right in the heart of the mansion.
It was cozy yet elegant, with warm candlelight flickering off polished wooden walls and a long table set for a feast.
There, at the head of the...
Threadmarks: Chapter 16: The Black Box and the Hero from Another World (3/3)
The impact was deafening. Colored lightning exploded across the room, making everyone's hair stand on end. The teacups rattled. Somewhere, a window cracked.
The rainbow light faded. The cracked teacups stopped rattling. Everyone stared at the little black cube floating in the air, now wrapped...
Threadmarks: Chapter 15: The Dungeon of Infinite Spirals! (2/3)
"Now we can have a real conversation," Aether said seriously, finishing his tea. "You want something from me, but you don't have anything I want from you. Make this meaningless chat interesting, or we're done here."
Seeing the first real flash of annoyance cross Aether's stitched face, Fia knew...
Threadmarks: Chapter 14: "She sliced the town in half? What?!" (1/3)
Three people no longer covered in there hood sat comfortably on a plush sofa in the upper floor of the Luminara Guild building—a place where adventurers gathered to take on quests, trade secrets, and level up their cards.
Snacks like crispy biscuits and fresh fruits were laid out on the table...
Threadmarks: Chapter 13: The 9th Star Myth and A Finger?
The trio—Aether, Beatrice, and Mana—slipped into the bustling town of Luminara without paying a single copper. Why?
The guards were either too forgetful or straight-up terrified of big ol' Leon staring them down. But still wasn't that just too easy? Aether wondered. Eh, whatever. No point...
Threadmarks: Chapter 12: Training Ends, Trouble’s Begins
Three figures walked down the dusty road leading toward a certain town. Each wore a simple brown hood that cast a faint shadow over their faces, concealing their identities just enough to stir curiosity.
The man on the right side caught the eye first. His baggy blue pants swayed with each lazy...
Threadmarks: Chapter 11: Mana Hidden Past and Confessions?
Let's start again.
My name is Mana.
I am a knight of Her Majesty Beatrice Valeria—the same Beatrice who, with a single quiet command, pulled me from the edge of a nightmare when I was moments from being smuggled out of Laboon in chains. I still remember the salt air on my skin, the slave mark...
"My name's Aether Veridian," I said. First, my voice came out raspy, but as I healed it became smooth and easy to understand. "And it's very nice to meet you both."
With introductions over, I looked at Beatrice and Mana, who were staring at me with a horrified expression—well, who can blame...
Threadmarks: Chapter 9: Past That Is About to Catch Up
Lets go back to something else that is supposed to be happening in this world. Something that concerns the princess and the Homunculus both.
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Far to the north, in the Kingdom of Lawerence, a discovery was brewing. In the rugged, frost kissed territory of Valenhold...
Threadmarks: Chapter 8: And Then… He Spoke His Name
The massive fish—still steaming from the mercenary's quick cooking—lay gutted and sizzling on a makeshift grill over a crackling fire.
The air smelled of charred scales and delicious meat. The trio sat around the flames near the lake's edge: the Princess cross-legged on the ground, Mana...
Threadmarks: Chapter 7: My Big Boobs Were the Bait?!
The carriage sat quietly by the edge of the lake, its polished wood gleaming under the eerie sunlight overhead. This world, unlike the previous night, has only one sun.
The water lapped gently against the shore, reflecting the strange, calm this world has to offer.
But something interesting...
Threadmarks: Chapter 6: The Knight, the Princess, and the Mercenary by the Lake
The next morning, the first to stir was the swordswoman, Mana.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she immediately felt like the world was shaking—rattling, actually, with a weird, clunky rhythm. She blinked, confused, trying to make sense of it.
Then it hit her: they were in that busted-up...
The first thing that hit me was the wetness. It was like stepping into an ocean that wasn't just water—it coated everything, the air, the ground.
When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but an endless shimmer of water stretching in every direction, rippling under a dim, ghostly light. No land, no...
The strange man landed in front of her with a thud.
His clothes were odd—and his eyes were much odder. With patches under it.
Mana gripped her sword tighter, her heart pounding. Friend or foe? she wondered, her eyes narrowing as she tried to read him. She hoped he was an ally—gods knew she...