Azphira Tales

An S-class Purifier to counter Odette is entering the mansion. What more could I ask for? [Charlotte] "I want to bring in a maid. Someone of my choosing." Her request was far more trivial than he anticipated. [Rolf] "Of course, that is acceptable. Since you are joining us, Lady Charlotte, the identity of a single maid hardly matters." [Charlotte] "Then I am glad. I want to take a maid from the Count’s estate named Paula as my personal attendant." [Rolf] "......Paula?" Surpris

[Odette] "......Your Excellency?" The lazy elegance that usually clung to Zion had vanished. In its place, a lethal atmosphere pulsed around him. He radiated a raw, vulgar intimidation that suggested a profound familiarity with merciless violence. He projected a more primal and terrifying aura than ever before. With one arm completely drenched in blood, he looked like a wild beast ready to strike. [Zion] "Ha......" A sigh escaped him—a sound caught between a snarl of rage and

It was difficult to remain cold toward him when he spoke with such desperation, as if she were his only lifeline. The sound of his breathing, rising from deep within his chest, was what one would expect from someone who had just finished a full sprint. He radiated a heavy heat. In the current Johan, Odette sensed a frantic urgency—the same urgency she had felt as a child, desperately trying to grab the Count’s hand. And besides...... She didn't entirely hate it. It was her fi

[Odette] "What...?" Shocked by the identity of the person embracing her, she struggled to break free from his arms. Johan, however, refused to release her. Instead, he tightened his grip, pulling her deeper into his chest. She twisted her body, straining against him. [Johan] "Wait, Odette. Please, just a moment." His voice shook as he pleaded. Her arms stilled at the raw desperation in his tone. [Johan] "......A moment is all I need. Please, endure it for just a moment." That

How dare she... she never even died! How dare she pretend to be resurrected! Another believer recited the following verse. Charlotte scanned her surroundings. It wasn’t just the pilgrims; every person present shuddered at the spectacle. [Believer] "The Gods genuinely intend to save Barzeha." The resurrection and return of the Savior prophesied in the Book of Revelation. The crowd buzzed with the thrill of witnessing a miracle. Several people even sobbed. No one noticed Charlo

But... how? Whether the river or the sea... only the miracle of awakening should make the waves glow. She had studied every facet of the Purifiers. Beyond the moment of awakening, they lacked any power to make water shine. Where is Odette? She scanned the surroundings. Conviction gripped her; Odette had to be watching this scene from nearby. Is she hiding among the believers? Or on the cathedral roof? An uneasy intuition warned her to find the girl before the scheme unfolded.

He raised his palm, slowly wiping his face as if he finally understood her urgent state. [Zion] "I was wrong. I was wrong, Odette." His sudden apology made little sense. His voice, now raspy and hollow, sounded as though he had endured bitter torture at her hands. However, the only thing that mattered to Odette was that he no longer appeared willing to block her path. She sidestepped him. In that fleeting moment, his wrists caught her attention—specifically the skin revealed

What kind of insane question is that? Why would I be curious about such a thing? Whether you're ruined or not, what does that have to do with me? Furthermore, Zion didn't look particularly ruined to her. While his face appeared thinner and somewhat haggard, he still wore terrifyingly exquisite, high-end attire. From head to toe, he presented the flawless, immaculate image of a high-ranking noble. His movements remained as elegant and dignified as ever. Therefore, wasn't label

I usually wake up from the hallucinations right around now...... He knew perfectly well that his mind was deteriorating. He also knew the hallucinations consuming him grew more severe with each passing day. Lately, he always awoke to find himself half-submerged in the freezing ocean. Recently, he had even begun speaking to the phantom Odette in front of others. He had happily chased after her illusion while in the middle of crucial discussions with the Pope or the Emperor. Th

Rolf finally grasped Count Albrecht's desperation. He understood the Count's absolute mandate to pour money into their only viable option, regardless of the abysmal odds. The Albrecht house absolutely must recruit Charlotte to our side. He entirely agreed with the Count's ultimate objective to adopt the new Purifier. * * * [Charlotte] "After orchestrating the miracle, the volume of water in my dream decreased drastically. Now...... it is steadily rising once more." Priest Rap

She possessed zero reason to fear the consequences of her lies. She knew exactly how to siphon another Purifier's energy, and as long as Odette remained alive, there was an abundance of power to steal. [Raphael] "Hmm. Saintess. That is a difficult story to believe." As anticipated, he countered her claim immediately. Though his tone remained characteristically gentle and warm, stripping away any aggressive edge, it was an undeniable rebuttal. [Raphael] "A Purifier's rank is d

Charlotte burst into a hollow laugh as Odette walked away. The entire encounter felt utterly absurd. Platinum-blonde hair practically glowing under the orange hue of the setting sun, sparkling teal eyes. She presented a stark contrast to the pathetic, wretched figure trembling behind bars in her past life. How dare she act like this? However, Odette's behavior was the most infuriating aspect of all. Unbelievable. How dare you pat my cheek? She treating her like a joke? Charlo

Odette swallowed a laugh. Charlotte wore an expression she knew all too well. The exact look of someone blindsided by a person they deemed utterly beneath them. It was the identical, infuriated scowl Han Songyi had directed at Han Suwan the day she received her university acceptance letter. To witness that expression—she had seen only once in her past life—before their battle had even officially begun. Absolute joy and exhilaration flooded her chest. ***** Charlotte couldn't

Her timing is impeccable. I was waiting for her anyway. That long procession would halt before the main gates of the Grand Cathedral. The parade procession must have ended. If they followed to escort her, they must be lower-ranking holy knights. High-ranking holy knights never participated in mundane events like parades. Furthermore, since the parade concluded, the participants only needed to disband. Escorting Charlotte proved they were lower-ranking holy knights who rarely

[Rolf] "I….. I know that the Count and I made a mistake toward you, My Lady. But your treatment will be entirely different from before. No one will ignore you." She maintained her silence, letting the tension stretch until he suffocated under the pressure. Finally, she spoke. [Odette] "Do you know the name Siegfried?" [Rolf] "Siegfried?" An unexpected name. He despised the sudden change of topic. He answered without a single moment of hesitation or sincerity. [Rolf] "I don't

While Rolf found the chapel oppressively dark, Odette had her status window active. Consequently, she enjoyed a crystal-clear view of his expression. As his face contorted with mounting horror and panic, her amusement swelled. It was hilarious to see the man who once lorded over her like a god, tormenting her effortlessly, now trembling violently over a simple greeting. Another source of amusement caught her eye. Frayed suit sleeves, cheap cufflinks, scuffed shoes, completely