David S.R

Chapter 33

The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

Elaine’s chair creaked as she leaned forward, her green eyes narrowing into slits sharper than any blade. A shadowy presence seemed to bloom b...

Chapter 32

After a month, Ludger’s plan was in full swing. Every morning and afternoon, he sat at the tavern or outside his home, his hands glowing with green light as adventurers lined up to be healed. Twi...

Chapter 31

Selene exhaled slowly, her sharp eyes narrowing as she rolled her shoulders. For the first time in all their sessions, she wasn’t entirely composed. A sheen of sweat ran down her forehead, and th...

Chapter 30

The duel had ended, but Viola’s pride had not.

She sat on the edge of the courtyard, arms crossed tightly, her broken sword tossed aside like trash. Her lips were pressed into a scowl so de...

Chapter 29

The next morning, the courtyard was alive with noise again. Harold leaned against his axe, Aleia sat on the fence twirling an arrow, and Selene stretched her arms after another round of drills. Cor...

Chapter 28

Over the next few days, Ludger paid close attention to the pulse of his new [Spiritual Core]. It didn’t behave like other skills. Unlike [Mana Bolt] or [Mana Wall], it didn’t require focus or a...

Chapter 27

Lord Torvares’s gaze lingered on Viola for a heartbeat longer, then shifted to the rest of the group. His expression didn’t soften, but the faintest tension left his shoulders.

“You’v...

Chapter 26

After the brute collapsed in a pool of its own blood, the party didn’t linger. They collected a few more scraps from the goblin corpses—rings, bone trinkets, a handful of copper coins—before ...

Chapter 25

Once the last echo of combat faded, the group didn’t linger long on the corpses. Harold crouched down, rolling one of the goblins over with the flat of his axe. “Ugly little things,” he mutte...

Chapter 24

Arslan gave the yawning stone arch a long look, then swung his leg off his horse with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times before. He dusted off his hands and grinned at the other...

Chapter 23

The morning sun was still low when they set out, horses snorting clouds of steam in the cool air. Ludger shifted in the saddle, adjusting the weight of the oversized pack Elaine had insisted he bri...

Chapter 21

The next day, Ludger found himself in the yard again, a wooden sword in hand. His swings cut clean arcs through the air as Arslan barked corrections from the sidelines. When the drill ended and the...

Chapter 22

The weeks slipped into a new routine—Cor sharpening Ludger’s mana control, Elaine watching every move with hawk-like eyes, and Arslan vanishing now and then to train Viola. But one evening, som...

Chapter 20

Several weeks slipped by, but the argument never found a proper resolution. Elaine’s word was law within her home, and she had made it clear—Ludger would not be dragged into the Torvares family...

Chapter 19

At dawn the following day, Arslan left. He saddled his horse in silence, gave no excuses, and rode off toward the Torvares estate with the red mark still faintly visible on his cheek.

The res...

Chapter 18

One afternoon, the courtyard rang with the thud of small feet striking packed earth. Ludger twisted and rolled through the air, his movements sharper and more fluid than any five-year-old had the r...