Sliteyed

The descent of the 2nd Legion Commander became an event that never happened in the world. It was impossible for the Lucid family and the Northern Alliance alone to stop the Legion Commander. In the end, the fall of Lionheart Castle was concluded as the work of an unknown highest-grade demon. The Northern Defensive War,…

At first glance, the contents looked like a mutual non-aggression pact. But the reality was completely different. While the Lucid family couldn’t lay a finger on a demon belonging to the 2nd Legion. ‘They can torment us.’ –A demon belonging to the 2nd Legion cannot kill a person of the Lucid family. It meant that…

Thump! Another beast fell to Lowell’s sword. “Haa… haa…” An hour had passed since she’d joined the battle. She’d long since stopped counting the number of beasts and demons she had killed. The act felt meaningless now. The battle currently raging would become the stuff of legends—assuming anyone survived to tell it. “After this fight,…

Just one day. That was all it took to lose the home and territory she had grown to love. Clothes, money, valuables—everything left behind. She couldn’t even bring the piggy bank she had been carefully filling for Rodelin. But those were the smallest things Lowell had lost. “Mom…?” Four days after the Legion Commander’s attack,…

Lucia’s raised fist commanded every gaze in the room. The silent threat was clear—anyone who resisted would end up like Lucas sprawled unconscious on the floor. “What do you think you’ve done!” “Do you think this will make us follow that ridiculous order?” But the vassals immediately erupted in rebellion. Had they been the type…

“Dammit!” “Move while you’re cursing! This isn’t a drill!” Soldiers, servants, knights, and vassals streamed through the mansion corridors in a chaos of footsteps and shouted orders. Rank meant nothing in the face of imminent danger. Lowell pressed herself against the cold stone wall, trying to stay out of their way as bodies rushed past…

“Sir Lucas?” “Hans, and Eric. Working hard again today, I see.” “Haha! This is nothing. We’re watching so carefully that not even an ant could slip through, so don’t you worry.” “Good, I’m counting on you.” Lucas patted both their shoulders before moving on. Were they moved? The eyes following Lucas brimmed with deep emotion….

“Lululu~.” Lowell drifted down the hallway, her steps light and buoyant, barely contained within the bounds of aristocratic propriety. ‘What gift has our Delin prepared for me this time?’ A heartfelt picture letter? A cuddly teddy bear? A certificate pledging eternal devotion? Or perhaps… ‘The gift is me!’ “Gasp!” The image of Rodelin wrapped up…

Late afternoon. Lowell, holding Rodelin’s hand, stepped into the dining hall and bowed her head. A woman greeted them with a bright smile. “You’re here? I’m glad you both aren’t late.” The eldest daughter of the family, and the one who, at just seventeen, had already been given the title of “Hero,” rewriting every record…

“U-uwaaaaaaaah!!” Lowell screamed and started running. It was because of the branches I had thrown. Branches emitting ominous black lightning just from being seen. If they had only contained black lightning, Lowell might not have run like that. Boom! Bang! KABOOOOM!! “Gyaaah!” Lowell leapt forward, escaping the blast radius. Even though I threw branches instead…