Tag: Fugitive Sage Novel

Translator: Barnnn   The journey to Rinzuda, their next destination, had gone remarkably well. It had been over two months since the summoning that had pulled them from their world — a strange memory of late July, now softened by the transitioning of the seasons. Now, as they ventured further northward, they felt the gentle embrace of autumn’s coolness. It wasn’t the deep chill they’d expected, however, given how far they’d traveled from the royal…

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Translator: Barnnn   Fieda’s inability to read the room had left the atmosphere tinged with awkwardness, but they had at least managed to arrive at a conclusion. There were still a few lingering matters that needed to be discussed before embarking on their journey together, but remaining in the restaurant’s private room for any longer would be impolite. And so, they decided to move the conversation to the inn where Ize and Hal were staying.

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Translator: Barnnn   After battling against a myriad of temptations — some of which they successfully resisted, while others ensnared them in deliciously miserable defeat — both Hal and Ize managed, somehow, to leave just enough space in their stomachs by the time they reached the restaurant they had promised to meet at. Upon stepping inside and notifying the staff of their expected companion, they were promptly led to a private room, where Fieda was…

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Translator: Barnnn   Returning to her seat, Ize blew her nose into a napkin before muttering under her breath, irritation creeping into her voice.

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Translator: Barnnn   On the first day of their stay in Ducatten, Ize and Hal encountered an unexpected yet formidable challenge outside the door of a quaint shop they had chosen to visit.

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Translator: Barnnn   During a horsebus journey, the need for water seemed to echo through every hour of the day. Water was essential as sustenance, naturally, but its importance stretched far beyond that — it was needed for cooking, for cleaning dishes, and for maintaining some semblance of personal hygiene. In the close quarters of the horsebus, where bodies were pressed together for hours on end, the absence of cleanliness would soon make the journey…

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Translator: Barnnn   ◆Anecdote from the Guard at the Eastern Gate of the Royal Castle   Did you feel that wind this morning? I mean REALLY feel it? Where were you — oh, west side, huh. Lucky you. No, no, it wasn’t just a normal gust.

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Translator: Barnnn   On a crisp autumn morning, the air at the horsebus station carried a faint chill, hinting at the deepening season. Ize rubbed her bleary eyes as she stood carrying a massive backpack that dwarfed her small frame, almost as large as the one she used for club activities. Her gaze drifted towards the ticket window, where Hal was busy negotiating their fare, his own oversized pack slung awkwardly over his back.

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