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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

Mercy

Day 129, Year 3000.

'Knock knock!'

"May I come in?"

Gawain was already up. He had a lot to think about last night.

"Come in."

Daisy walked through the door with a tray in her hand.

"Breakfast."

"Thank you."

She placed the tray on a nearby table and stood in front of his bed silently.

"Do you want something?"

"I don't."

She answered and stood still in the same spot. A few minutes passed.

'Weird.'

He left the bed and took the bowl from the tray.

"Joan's special porridge."

'Gulp.'

"What did you say?"

"Mistress asked me to tell you the name of the dish before you can eat it. She said and I quote,

'You promised.' I am here to ensure that you finish it."

She didn't forget. He was praying that she would forget.

He took the metal lid off the bowl.

'How can there be three different colors in something that is supposed to be made out of milk?'

Red, Purple, and green.

"I have tested it myself. It will help you to clean up your system."