Azphira Tales

She was a clever child, quick to catch the vibrant energy and sharp glares around her. [Hanael] "Why are you looking at me like that?" She puffed out her cheeks and prepared to point a finger. Just then, a woman in a maid's uniform rushed forward, calling her name. [Maid] "Little Miss!" [Hanael] "Oh!" [Maid] "I worried so much when I thought you had disappeared......!" [Hanael] "Really? You did?" [Maid] "Of course!" She waved her arms vigorously at Ezel to say goodbye. [Hanae

[Sierra] "I must disagree with your opinion regarding the difference in status." Her expression turned cold. [Sierra] "The late Emperor himself established the strict divide between nobles and commoners." Macbeth studied Sierra's sincere face and raised an eyebrow. I thought she would like hearing that. Macbeth's disappointment grew. She asked in a trembling voice. [Macbeth] "Do you... lack feelings for His Grace?" Macbeth stared with narrowed eyes, as if she had never consid

High society recognized Cassius' face only as a biting winter wind or a cold, empty void. Now, everything changed. He gazed at the woman before him with a face full of tenderness while leading her in a dance. Shock gripped every noble in the room. Their tongues itched to gossip, but fear kept them silent. They merely exchanged frantic glances, swallowing their words. One thing remained clear: Duke Ideos cherished this commoner—now a minor noble—beyond all measure. The orchest

The Head Maid babbled for a long time, insisting that Cassius and Lady Macbeth shared no connection, before she slammed the door and hurried away. There was no need for such panic. Even if Cassius and Lady Macbeth shared a past, it wouldn't upset me. Sierra's life always remained calm, and she cherished that peace. She once hungered for success, but that was the extent of her ambition. She shook her head. I have no use for unexpected storms in my life. Sierra leaned deeper in

[Cassius] "Your hand." She looked up at him. His earlobes glowed a faint red, but his gaze remained steady and direct. His eyes, dark with a bluish tint, reminded her of a desert night. [Sierra] "Should I just move however I want?" [Cassius] "Yes. Usually, we move to the music, but I will teach you the basic steps first." She tried to act indifferent, but tension gripped her. She was about to hold his hand, dance with him, and be held in his arms. Just as she flinched, Cassiu

Cassius watched Sierra and reflected on her past. Thinking of her raising a child alone without a single friend made his chest tighten. Sierra was so lively back at the Academy. During their school days, she had many friends. He remembered her meeting a friend named Rina and how kindly she had treated him as well. Sierra always spoke with such honesty that everyone admired her. But things changed. Perhaps the struggle of raising a child in the countryside hardened her heart,

Vulnerable to temptation, Sierra nearly succumbed to Cassius. However, she shook her head. The people in this manor, including Cassius, treated her well for one reason: Hanael. They believed the child belonged to their rare and precious bloodline. The staff, the Grand Madam, and perhaps even Cassius shared this delusion. Don't give in, Sierra. She firmly locked the doors to her heart. He might like me for a moment, but feelings are fleeting. Love between a commoner and a nobl

[Kilo] "Looking at the color, is it cobalt blue? It looks like they are related." The twins added their thoughts from the side. [Hentel] "No, don't say such things so easily. We haven't reached a firm conclusion yet." [Lanya] "Yes. For now, we will remain silent...... We must research this further." Hentel sighed while looking down at the magic orb. It isn't certain yet, but the probability of a blood relation is high. What if Hanael was not the biological daughter of Sierra

Exactly one week passed. As the Princess intended, rumors flooded the salons. Beyond the existing gossip about Sierra, specific details about her appearance—blonde hair and green eyes—spread like wildfire. Strange stories claimed a haughty commoner would soon enter the salons as the Duke of Ideos' wicked mistress. The Princess expected everyone to hear that the commoner Sierra would attend every party. However....... A subordinate appeared before the Princess while she enjoye

[Maid] "She suffers from a lack of energy, frequent fainting, stress, burning heartburn, pain, and sudden spikes in heart rate......." The maid listed the symptoms of her mistress, Andante, while carefully omitting the fact that the Marchioness was terminally ill. The twin doctors diligently recorded every symptom. They resolved to find a way to treat these conditions properly. ****** After receiving the Grand Madam's order to treat Andante, the twins stepped outside. The pro

Ezel furrowed his brow and stared at the softly smiling Princess again. [Iliena] "Come in, Marchioness." A woman caught their gaze. Andante, the Marchioness of Mails. She hesitated and stepped inside. Aside from Ezel, she was the only one who had encountered Sierra. Furthermore, Sierra humiliated her in high society, guaranteeing a burning desire for revenge. She belonged to the same family as the Grand Madam, who cherished Sierra, and possessed an excellent weakness that mad

Sierra stepped into the mansion without a single drop of water on her and looked down at tiny Hanael trailing beside her. [Sierra] "Um....... So what exactly happened, Hanael?" She wanted to say, If you mean the bad mister, hasn't he always been weird? but she kept her mouth shut. The Grand Madam stared firmly at Sierra. The mansion's atmosphere felt eerie. What is it. Is something here......? A famous recently published romance novel titled Wuthering Heights flashed through

The atmosphere in the ducal mansion remained peaceful. However, Cassius' reaction upon entering the mansion and habitually receiving the report on Sierra proved far more violent than expected. [Cassius] "......She left?" [H. Butler] "Yes, she mentioned finding something interesting for a moment." [Cassius] "When......." His vision flashed a dizzying white. He frantically searched the mansion. However, she was nowhere to be found. [H. Butler] "She said she would return shortly

Sierra stepped into the country house hosting the Imperial Academy's medical and pharmacy symposium alongside Hentel. To think I get to attend a medical pharmacy symposium....... She attended the collaborative symposium hosted by the Imperial Pharmacy Academy as Hentel's assistant. [Hentel] "Don't be nervous." [Sierra] "Ah, yes." Contrary to his expectation, heavy tension eluded her. Excitement simply filled her as she wondered what topics the world-renowned scholars would di

That evening, Hentel sat across from Sierra as promised. He rolled the orange potion Sierra handed him between his fingers. It was merely a headache remedy at best. However, she combined it using an unusual method people rarely used, and it produced a highly successful result. His curiosity deepened. [Hentel] "I received an invitation to a symposium regarding the advancement of medicine and pharmacy this time." People already knew the Ideos Ducal Family invited Hentel. [Sierr

Sierra swallowed hard and brainwashed herself again. She recalled the massive gap between him, a Duke, and herself, a commoner. A Duke and a commoner. Under Imperial law, they shared a destiny where they would rarely meet, nor should they meet. Unless she became a mistress or a courtesan, they had no reason to intertwine. He is an unreachable fruit. He is a poisonous apple I must not eat, salty seawater, a destiny bound to fall apart anyway once the misunderstanding clears. S