Chapters

Leanna etc. found Ashe. Isabelle cruel punish told. Unexpected: Ashe calm eerie. “Punish: month beat Kailan?” Repeat. Eyes no panic—quiet […]

Deciding to open a shop, I considered the mansion’s layout and thought expanding a space for the store would be

“Unfair!” Leanna shot up. Chair screech ground. Fists tight tremble rage. “Kailan Mills veteran. Levels aside—theory years. Ashe duel—no chance!”

I arranged the Danish pastries on a large platter, setting out small plates and teacups. “Shall we have some tea?”

The next morning, I got to work early. Of course, I was making Danish pastries. First, I needed to roll

The two Cait Siths scampered to the table, eyes wide with astonishment, and sat down. “Wow!” “What are these?” Their

Ashe never viewed self thus. Celis words light pierce ice shell. Cold heart warm trickle. Gaze deep—past veil. “Archmage sword-hate

Yakisoba bread, katsu bread, hamburgers. What faces would they make seeing all these breads lined up? I started baking early

“““Thank you for the meal!””” We settled into a leisurely routine. For example, in the mornings, I’d wake up, eat

Owen Phillips—Capadovian archmage, near-demigod. Legend pillar. Magic empire birth, growth. Elegance magic, loathe crude swords. Hate most: longswords. Villa pride