Countless Swords Sorcerer ―― Chapter 152

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Thanks a bunch to Rithrin11 for supporting on Ko-Fi!!    Ardis who climbed the stairs at the back of the tavern reacted to the killing intent from above. Quicker than his thoughts, he stabbed the unsheathed 『Skies of Myriad Colors』 towards the sky. 「Ghaa……」    The sword stabbed into the abdomen of a man with…

Countless Swords Sorcerer ―― Chapter 151

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   A slightly dirty area near the outer walls of the capital. Not terrible enough to call it a slum, however, it’s a place where no fortunate people will choose to live in.    The people around here divided into the exploited that has soulless eyes, exploiters that has bloodshot eyes, and intelligent ones that…

Countless Swords Sorcerer ―― Chapter 150

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   Two days had passed since the assassination attempt on Minerva in the training grounds of the duke residency.    Ardis was called by the Duke, and he was told the culprit of the attempt. It was as expected, a noble. A marquis that has a daughter similar of age with the crown prince’s first…

Countless Swords Sorcerer ―― Chapter 149

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「What the heck! 」    One corner of the Shadow District. A different building than when they had the operation briefing three days ago, a bald man yelled.    His voice was heard by three people. It was the remaining that had made it out alive from the attempt of assassinating the duke daughter.   …

Countless Swords Sorcerer ―― Chapter 148

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   Three days after that.    Crimson Osprey and the others had infiltrated the residency of Duke Nyrestria. In one corner of the residency that is wide enough to house a small village, Crimson Osprey recalled the mission while looking from afar at the training grounds.    It would be much easier to sneak in…

Countless Swords Sorcerer ―― Chapter 147

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   The back alleys of Capital Gran. A dark area where people who barely get by working in the day, or people who lost their family’s bread winner and can barely survive with what they measly gather.    It wasn’t shrouded enough to call it darkness, and not really depressing enough to call it a…