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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.'

Honestdegenerate · Fantasy
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73 Chs

Co-Conspirator

"I am ready to cooperate with the investigation."

Graeme Shale was ready to answer her questions.

"Very well. Then my first question is,"

Joan placed both of her hands on the desk.

"Were you completely unaware of the situation in the mine?"

His territory was the closest to it.

"The red knight named Latham had proved his credentials as a graduate from the academy of Ewiah, which rid him of most of my suspicions."

"I am not convinced. Weren't you tipped off by the excessive number of Red Knights that were working under him?"

Fifteen red knights were working in a single mine. Even if all of them weren't red knights, he should have questioned this if he didn't know that they were imposters.

"They claimed that the Khril family was worried about the constant attacks from the bandit groups. Once again, I didn't question it because their leader was extremely persuasive."

"Hmm. The Khril family. What do you know about them?"

He twirled the left part of his mustache upwards.