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Lord Perdien

Author: Zanaka
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Eden Langford, seorang pria tampan yang sebenarnya tidak tahu dirinya berasal dari ras mana. Namun, Eden tumbuh besar di kampung penyihir golongan hitam, Monquila. Ia adalah satu-satunya warga Monquila yang memiliki warna rambut putih keperakan, sedangkan warga lainnya berambut hitam legam. Itu menunjukkan bahwa mereka memang seorang penyihir dari golongan hitam. Eden dibesarkan oleh seorang nenek penyihir dari golongan hitam, tapi nenek itu sangat baik kepada Eden. Meski Eden memiliki tampilan yang berbeda dengan warga Moquila yang lain. Itu menunjukkan bahwa sebenarnya Eden memang bukanlah berasal dari golongan penyihir golongan hitam. Hari ini, untuk pertama kalinya Eden keluar dari kampungnya. Desa Monquila terletak jauh di dalam Hutan Fotia. Tak ada yang bisa menembusnya selain warganya sendiri. Namun, ketika keluar dari kampungnya, Eden mengalami hal-hal aneh. Itu juga yang mengantar dia ke suatu tempat asing bernama Lembah Kabut. Dan Eden bertemu dengan seorang gadis cantik di sana. Semua berawal dari Lembah Kabut itu. Kisah asmara Eden dan seorang gadis yang berasal dari golongan manusia biasa. Mampunya Eden terus menyembunyikan identitas bahwa dia berasal dari Dunia Penyihir?

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