Dollymischief

 I need a moment to process this chapter...

Finally the jewelry box

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This time, I will kill this love I have for you. I will kill it, no matter what.

Time for Thalia's diary 💔

 Serves you twins right 🤭

Serves you right Ayla 😤

Trash Gareth should rot in the deepest hell!!!!  Gareth, Ayla, and even their mother Bernadette... they are more devil than the devil itself.

Varkas lost his mind :""""

My dear Thalia :'''''

No one want to see your face twins 👎

Give this man a brake :'(

 He could no longer tell how many days and nights they had ridden. They stopped at parish houses along the way to receive recovery magic, but the relentless march that continued day and night left the mounted warriors visibly gaunt, and the warhorses began to stagger with white foam at their mouths. In the end, Varkas split the unit in two. While the vanguard, composed of light cavalry with relatively superior mobility, took the shortest route, the remaining heavy knights followed behind, gathering whatever forces they could from the lords of the territories near Kalmor. Thanks to their breathless, unbroken ride, they were able to reach the entrance of Armund Forest two days earlier than expected. “Please do not worry too much.” When they had passed about halfway through the birch-filled forest, Daren rode up beside him, breathing roughly, and spoke in a heavy voice. “The Kalmor Guard is not so easily broken. Even if the Zram people attack all at once, as long as they close ...

 Varkas lifted his head and let out a thunderous command. “Lay down your weapons and surrender quietly, and your lives will be spared!” A heavy silence pressed down on the battlefield for a moment. The soldiers, glancing at one another, soon began lowering their weapons one by one. The dull clang of swords and spears striking the ground spread outward from him like ripples. Behind the ramparts, screams and the sharp clash of metal still rang out, but among the soldiers filling the courtyard, no fighting spirit could be found any longer. Varkas swept a sharp gaze over his surroundings, then pulled his sword from the man’s shoulder. A low groan escaped through the man’s lips as he stubbornly endured the pain. Varkas brought the blood-drenched tip of his blade to the man’s nape and gestured to the soldiers with his chin. “Tie him up.” The moment his order fell, soldiers of the imperial army rushed forward in a swarm, roughly subdued the man, and wound ropes tightly around his...