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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 16

For the royal family, not even a meal could be handled simply. There were no witnesses to judge them but the family still sat at a dining table with twelve seats. A pristine white tablecloth covere...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 15

The door being thrown open distracted the queen from her contemplations. A young girl with strawberry pink hair and a bright yellow dress dashed into the room with a squeal, her face split by a wid...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 14

Angelleen Tulopia-Harvest, queen of Harvest, stared at her reflection with a frown. A hand carefully prodded her face, tracing deep-seated wrinkles and pressing down in places where her skin sagged...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 13

“Did you say the Bleak Peaks?” Sebastian asked slowly rising from his chair, tone cold enough to freeze blood. He scowled as Sir Quintana nodded. “Have you lost your mind, Reis?”

“I...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 12

A young man entered the room. His hair was not quite the white of the royal family, more of a bright silver, too bright to be mistaken for a sign of premature aging and just as eye-catching. His li...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 11

Edward stepped over to a drinks tray seated at the edge of the king’s desk. He poured two glasses of water, handing them to the two men. Sir Quintana gulped his down and passed the glass back to ...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 10

Sir Quintana gazed on the Summer Palace with a mixture of relief and wonder. The modest house he grew up in held fond memories but he was too eager to escape the struggles of peasantry to ever cons...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 9

“You’re forgetting something,” Gordon said, still being manipulated by the thrall beside him.

“Hm?”

“The king found out about your plans. Either someone was an idiot or you...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 8

“You’re insane,” Gordon snapped. He would have continued to berate the older man but the door was thrown open.

Three men entered the room. Two of them were strangers but he recognized t...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 7

Three hours later, the two of them drove away from the brothel. Gordon was tense, sweaty, and painfully aroused with no relief in sight. Across from him, Fen languished on the bench looking satisfi...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 6

Gordon stared in disbelief as the two creatures laughed while discussing the future of all humanity. He knew their flippant tones were an act, another way to torture him, but underneath their titte...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 5

Gordon found himself staring out the window, curious to see the thrall’s next source of information. He was surprised that they moved further and further away from the center of the city. The opu...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 4

With winter fast approaching, the streets of the capital were empty, most of the peasants occupied with preparing for the cold and the nobles of the city reluctant to venture out in the unpleasant ...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 3

Gordon Mason, formerly Gordon Grimoire Jr., wore a tight grimace as he allowed Fen to dress him. Though allowed was a strong word. Like everything else in his life, he had no control over the event...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 2

Much had changed following the death of Gordon Grimoire Sr. The largest change of course being the change of the family’s name from Grimoire to Mason. Amongst the highborn, titles and names were ...

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RFC-Miniarc-Capital in Crisis 1

Fendelheim loved being contracted to human summoners. They were full of desires and pursued them by any means. It was rare to find a species with so little regard for their fellows or themselves. A...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 13 (Miniarc End)

Robert couldn’t sleep.

It wasn’t a condition that particularly bothered him as for the last few weeks, sleep wasn’t an enjoyable activity. Rarely did he go a night without nightmares. I...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 12

“Going somewhere?” one of the acolytes serving as a doorman for the Gold Dorm asked as a young woman exited the building. Truly, he had no authority to ask the question but given the late hour,...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 11

Sir Quintana, sans armor, smoothed down the front of his shirt, and tried to force the frown from his face. It had been a long day, to put it lightly. Normally, he didn’t mind travel but the king...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 10

The steward led them through the kitchen to the hall containing the servants’ rooms and out the back door, leading to another garden. Not far from the door stood a long table though it was missin...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 9

The manors within the residential district of the Grand Hall would be impressive to anyone but true nobility. When most peasants squeezed entire families into homes with one room, two-stories and a...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 8

Dismissed from the grandmaster’s office, Orphelia joined Cecile and Lanston in the hall. Both were absorbed with reading their respective letters, paying no mind to her. Not wanting to risk the c...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 7

Sir Quintana watched his apprentice for several moments before letting out a deep sigh. “I understand. You want to be an honorable man. You want to be merciful. That caused you to stay your hand....

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 6

Robert stiffened as his mentor’s gaze fell on him. He didn’t know what expression he was making but it made the older man sigh. The knight straightened up and grabbed the chair behind the desk,...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 5

Robert didn’t know what he expected. A part of him realized they were somewhere important given the location of the room, at the top of the Center Hall and behind a door with the most sophisticat...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 4

Despite the early hour, the Center Hall was a hub of activity. Robert observed the endless flow of casters entering and leaving the building as his thoughts wandered. With the completion of the qua...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 3

Most of the Gold Dorm remained asleep at the early hour but the servants were already busy. They bowed their heads as Orphelia passed. They didn’t know her but it was assumed she held a higher st...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 2

The carriage came to a stop. Geneva disembarked and held out a hand. Orphelia reluctantly allowed the succubus to help her to the ground and looked around. She recognized the Grand Market. At the e...

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RFC-Miniarc-Mentors 1

The biting wind that blew through the Grand Hall whispered that winter was closing in. The robes favored by the residents of the Hall were supplemented with heavy cloaks lined with fur or thick und...

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RFC-ARC 5-Winter War-102 (Arc Epilogue)

Alana trembles as I guide her upstairs. Normally, she’d already have pulled her hand out of mine, railed at me for being a pervert, and stomped around the house until she found an empty guest roo...

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