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The Knight Of Euphemia

"She is the progeny of the devil." The final blow was laid down. A sword through his heart. Followers of hell had slayed the Knight. "A prophet, I am not. But I shall curse this land, which dared to deprive us of our bond. He shall honor my promise, and he shall bring the rot to your land. Not for my selfish will, but for the eradication of true evil." With the corpse of her beloved in her embrace, Euphemia was sealed forever. As the dust settled, a new dawn emerged. 'The Immortal Land Of Euphemia. A place that refuses to wither down even after several millenniums of prosperity. Kingdoms have come and gone, but none of them carried the strength and Valor of the holy land, protected by the will of the warrior goddess Astarte.'

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Bloodhounds

Day 128, Year 3000.

"Master Gawain. You are late."

'Annoying voice... who is it?'

Taking the softness of the blanket away from his face, Gawain struggled to open both of his eyes. Sleeping on a proper bed could do this to anyone that has been using a thin cloth for the past few days.

"Faye is waiting for you. Your training starts today."

Her figure was blurry, so he looked outside from the window to his far left.

"The sun..."

Realization helped his eyelids spring up.

"Shit!"

He threw away the blanket and left the bed immediately.

"I have been trying to wake you up for hours."

He took off his Tunic and threw it towards the bed within seconds.

"Hours? And I didn't wake up?"

His upper body was revealed. Her face flushed to red.

"Y-yes."

Grabbing his waist to take the shorts off, he looked at Daisy and said,

"Turn around."

She hurriedly accepted his proposal.

"Did you try everything?"

Daisy lowered her head.

"I didn't."

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