Azphira Tales

[Karl has entered a 20-meter radius.] [Verifying Loathing levels...…] [Specific Loathing details unavailable (Conditions unmet)] [An increase in Loathing detected. (+5)] Her lungs burned. [Odette] "Cough, hack!" [Karl] "Master, command me to save you immediately." [Odette] "Cough, Karl......" [Karl] "Hurry, Master." [Odette] "Save me. Now. Cough, cough!" She gasped out the command. [Karl] "By your will." As if he had been waiting for those exact words, he pulled her from the

Odette perched on the flat rock at the very edge of the pond's shallow end. A single step backward led to a sudden, treacherous drop into the depths. She slumped her shoulders, feigning a total loss of motor control from the sleeping incense. [Paula] "Miss, do you remember? This is your reserved seat." She unbuckled the leather belt from her waist. [Paula] "You've been acting quite bold lately. It seems I've been neglectful with your education, and you've grown arrogant as a

Throughout the carriage ride, Paula basked in the memory of a perfect evening. Count Köndel—his refined demeanor, his warm smile, and that gentle, velvet voice. His suit, his watch, his shoes... everything screamed wealth. Only masters of their craft produced such items, pieces even a Count would struggle to acquire. The rumors of his fertile lands and vast inheritance appeared accurate. However, her ecstatic expression shattered the moment the carriage reached the ivory gat

The time to sever ties with Sasha had undeniably arrived. Unlike Ulrich, who had been groomed as a young Count, Sasha was a vulgar embarrassment. Her exclusion and the subsequent mockery she endured in high society were pathetic. He had never once regarded such a woman as his wife. Though he had married her out of financial necessity, her father—that so-called father-in-law—was intolerable. The man had tried to leash Ulrich just because he had borrowed a bit of money. Before

After parting ways with Viktor, she ducked into the ladies' room before returning to the banquet hall. She needed to ensure no seams had split and no part of her attire remained out of place. Fortunately, her gown remained perfectly intact. I nearly suffered a heart attack, thinking my secret as a fake Purifier had been exposed. In the world of <The Only Savior>, purification functioned like water, while the Purifier's will acted as the tap. In this universe, purification onl

How could she not laugh? Odette giggled to herself, the sound bubbling up from deep within. She was inside a game. She had reincarnated and then regressed into a world of pixels and plotlines. It was sheer madness. The absurdity of it all felt undeniably hilarious. [Viktor] "You are completely wasted." His voice drifted over her like a distant hum, vibrating somewhere above her head. [Odette] "I never expected those rogue-like features of yours to suit a ceremonial uniform so

Hey, Viktor, you lunatic. Am I some kind of object? Blood rushed to her head as she was carried along at a staggering speed. She wondered if he had any idea just how many profanities she was hurling at him in her mind. Only when she felt a wave of nausea from the combination of wine and motion sickness did she finally plead with him. [Odette] "Please, let me down! Colonel." To her surprise, he complied and set her down gently. It was only after she pulled at the collar of her

The hall was buzzing with noise, and the moment Marco turned his head, she acted. She leaned her weight against the outside of the railing. Her upper body tilted precariously, and she began to fall backward. Her platinum-blonde hair unraveled, whipping upward toward the sky before her eyes. [Marco] "Damn it! What the—!" Leaving his panicked voice behind, splash! she plunged directly into the fountain. The crystal fountain in the garden was a wine fountain. Fortunately, the fi

It was a relief that the debuff had vanished. From now on, she wouldn't need to hesitate whenever she wanted to check someone's Loathing. Using it twice a day wouldn't pose much of a problem. Yet, despite the good news, she couldn't bring herself to be entirely happy. There was a specific phrasing that weighed on her mind. [The conditions to "Lift the Debuff when Checking Loathing" have been met.] The phrasing "conditions have been met." The status window had used a similar e

[The conditions to nullify the Price of Checking Loathing: 24-Hour Physical/Mental Debuff have been met!] [Would you like to lift the 24-hour physical/mental debuff? If lifted, you will no longer need to pay a price to check Loathing levels. (Note: The limit of 2 uses remains in effect.) YES / NO] [If NO is selected, lifting the price for Loathing will be permanently impossible.] The moment she saw the status window, she realized the truth. The shift in my vision just now was

[Johan's Loathing: 50] I knew it. There was only one emotion that made his voice sound like that. Jealousy toward another man. When she had played through the <Reverse Harem Route> in her past life, she had intentionally chosen every option that Johan hated. Through that, she had once managed to push his Loathing level to exactly 50. It was a voice that emerged when one could not fully trust the other person due to repeated disappointments, yet still harbored a lingering trac

[Johan] "All military personnel attending the ball today, report for assembly immediately." [Marco] "Hmm? Haha. What's gotten into His Highness? I'm not in the Navy, so I'm sure it'll be fine." As if hearing his idle chatter, a stern voice barked from the magical microphone. [Johan] "This applies to everyone, regardless of which branch you belong to. Anyone ranking lower than me—everyone, regardless of affiliation—assemble immediately." [Marco] "Haaah... What annoying timing.

She offered a smile toward the dark-complexioned potato of a man. [Odette] "Ah. Corporal Marco. I’ve heard your name before. It’s a pleasure to meet you." [Marco] "Haha! I’m sure you have. If you had feigned ignorance, My Lady, you would have witnessed quite a spectacle. I may not look it, but I have a very venomous side." Yes. I’m sure you do. You look exactly like a potato swollen with venom. She reached out with a friendly air and plucked a loose thread from the medal on C

All the romantic words Johan had prepared vanished, leaving his mind a total blank. His tongue felt heavy and useless in his mouth. In all his life, he had never felt this embarrassed in front of anyone. A pretty, remarkably small girl stood before him. In that moment, he forgot that he was a Transcendent and she was a Purifier. His throat went dry, and his breath hitched. She had teal eyes that reminded him of the sea and platinum-blonde hair as delicate as a butterfly's win

He asked her for her understanding, then took her hand and gently helped her up. [Gustav] "I apologize. It's my first time at the Imperial Palace, so I've lost my way. I was moving in such a rush that I committed a great discourtesy. I am deeply sorry." Only after supporting Paula did the man pick up his palace entry pass from the floor. A name was engraved clearly on the bronze-colored surface: [Viscount Gustav Köndel]. Her heart couldn't help but sink the moment she saw it

[Noble] "Would you be so kind as to write my name on your dance card, Lady Albrecht?" Under normal circumstances, Paula would have stepped in immediately to block him. Instead, she looked away, pretending to be distracted by something else. She wanted to see how Odette would react. She's definitely different lately. [Odette] "No. I refuse. A mere son of a Baron having the audacity to ask me for a dance? You clearly don't know your place." But she rejected the young man like a