We Just Like to Read
We Just Like to Read
A/N: Please forgive me for this story of a simpleton. Udanosuke (real name: Joshua Curtis) saw it. He saw the hordes of grotesque beings spilling out from the Duke Gerald’s castle. ――Oh my gosh…! What in the world is going…
Previously: Zenos and Cresson were invited to Professor Goldrun’s dinner party. “Now then, does everyone have their glass?” The second secretary surveyed the attendees in Professor Goldrun’s mansion, the venue for the event, located in the Royal Treatment Institute. It was…
Boisterous voices of children can be heard from the street. For the past few days, every street in the old capital, Aitheria, has been busy preparing for the Grand Market Festival. It seems that the festival originally started in farming…
Previously: Charlotte’s Kimenshu surgery was successfully completed. The day after successfully completing the treatment of Charlotte, the daughter of Lord Fennel, one of the Seven Great Nobles. Zenos was walking alongside Umin in the hallway of the Royal Institute of Medicine’s research…
The sleet-mixed snow had subsided without them noticing. Between the thick clouds, even the faint setting sun began to shine through. The soft light of late autumn illuminated the interior of the tavern through the glass door. Rodrigo slowly sat…
Previously: Charlotte, the daughter of one of the Seven Great Noble families, listened to Zeno’s explanation and decided to undergo surgery for her Kimenshu. “Professor, please take good care of my daughter.” “Yes, leave it to me, Lord Fennel.” Goldrun, having…
The dreary weather continued from the morning. The damp snow falling from the low-hanging clouds muddied the streets of Coachman’s Lodge even after noon. There were few people on the street, and those who were there walked briskly. Even on…
Previously: Zenos and his group visited Charlotte, the daughter of one of the Seven Noble Families, for surgery on her acne-like growth. “Wow, amazing…” Cresson, upon stepping into Charlotte’s room—the daughter of Lord Fennel, one of the Seven Noble Families—couldn’t…
The witch hunt had begun. Rumors of it started spreading on an autumn evening, amidst a persistent drizzle. A carriage bearing the archbishop’s crest had been seen picking people up one after another in the alleys of the old capital,…