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A Chosen Hero Who Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

In Eutimia, the people are divided into four castes: magic users of music and songs; food magic users; ordinary magic users; and those with no magic talent. And Marleen Harper just wanted to enjoy his normal life as the owner of a not-so-popular cooking school in Eutimia and a user of food magic when he received news of his parents' death from Iskandar Lennon, his best friend, whom he hadn't seen since he left the palace where he was raised as the younger brother of Marion Harper, the crown prince of the kingdom of Eutimia as well as his older brother. He, who initially only wants to continue to enjoy his normal life, is forced to face difficult choices when he finds out that he is the person in the legend who will determine the future of Eutimia, which is in danger thanks to the presence of Ciardha, a rebellious magician who wants to rule over Eutimia and the whole world by making himself the sole ruler, and who disturbs the peaceful life in Eutimia with various attacks aimed at magic users from the first and second castes, the highest caste in Eutimia. Which option will Marleen choose; to help save Eutimia from Ciardha's hands, or instead join Ciardha and create a new world that will change the whole order of life in Eutimia?

carmen_irene27 · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Chapter 73

Rosie Laurencia.

She is the only person that comes to my mind when I observe Clara, Iskandar's ex-girlfriend, who seemed to have a personal issue with my best friend.

Her appearance might be slightly different from the owner of the cooking school who insulted me and my cooking school during the Eutychia festival a while ago, but they had similarities in their thick eyebrows and their eyes that looked like those of a cat.

It's beautiful and mysterious, but on the other hand, it felt so arrogant and annoying.

Ah, just remembering the incident when I met Rosie Laurencia made my mood even worse while watching the fight between Iskandar and Clara and their troops that managed to destroy my entire room until there was almost nothing left.

"Iskandar," I whispered to Iskandar, who took a few steps back after he had just managed to dodge Clara's brutal attack for the umpteenth time.

"What?"