Azphira Tales

Something was wrong. The voice would never say such things. The person Kalart knew would never demand the death of another without a reason. [Countess] "Don't just cut her throat. Slice her as much as possible. Cut her slowly so she screams in agony. I will watch everything with a happy smile." [Kalart] "......" [Countess] "Well? Hurry." The woman, now a confusing blur to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to press her lips against his. Kalart twisted his shoulde

[Countess] "......What?" [Kalart] "I doubt I looked that foolish to you. You already knew only you appeared beautiful to my eyes. That means you caused it. What is this? How do I reverse it?" [Countess] "......" She realized why he gripped her dress so tightly. He wouldn't let her escape until she spat out an answer. [Countess] "How arrogant." She let out a dry laugh. His face hardened. [Kalart] "To speak to me like that... you aren't human." [Countess] "You are quick to noti

The Countess clutched her stomach and vomited. Since she turned her back on the moon, everything touched by moonlight clashed violently with her body. Even the smallest amount felt like poison. Nausea surged through her, impossible to suppress. [Countess] "Ugh! Urgh! Ack!" She crawled across the floor, gagging. The life force she had stolen from the Royal Guards crawled out of her throat like insects. [Countess] "Ha... haaa... ha." She wiped her mouth with the back of her han

[Clobell] "Ack! What is it!" Clobellina jumped, tears and snot clinging to her face. [Roserikta] "It's just me. I’m back." [Clobell] "Waaaaah! Rosie!" She dashed forward and leaped onto the window frame. [Roserikta] "Wait! Careful, Clobell." The inner window frame offered no space for a cat's backside. Roserikta quickly caught Clobellina in her arms. [Clobell] "Rosie! Rosie!" Clobellina clung to her, acting like a spoiled child and ignoring her own weight. [Roserikta] "Oh, Cl

He dismissed the knight’s theory with a cold wave of his hand. [Kalart] "If that were the case, someone would have spoken up. I met with both men after they fell ill. Why would they stay silent until the moment of their deaths?" [Knight] "Oh......?" The knight’s eyes darted back and forth. He searched for an answer, but the Prince’s logic stood firm. If someone had cursed them to keep them quiet, they would have screamed the truth out of sheer spite before the end. [Knight] "

[Arad] "Lady Elona." He stroked her cheeks, his touch filled with regret. [Arad] "Please understand that this involves the safety of the Crown Prince. I want to tell you everything." She suddenly cut to the heart of the matter. [Elona] "Hmm. Doesn't Roserikta already know?" His eyes widened at the unexpected remark. Though he was startled, Elona loved his honesty. He could never hide a secret; his face revealed everything. He wouldn't even be able to flirt with someone else.

The Water of Life sprite, which had been dancing enthusiastically, vanished without a trace. Not a single stain remained on the page where she had poured the liquid. [Roserikta] "Just one more word. You could have left just one more word. Something so important." If the sprite had danced less violently, the effect might have lasted another minute. [Roserikta] "Unbelievable. To think a potion would get so carried away by dancing." As she muttered in frustration, the clump of h

She shook her head. Her voice, now a raspy scrape, sounded painful even to her own ears. [Roserikta] "Clobell is...... there." [Kalart] "I will send someone to bring her back." His words cut through the air like a blade. His expression held no warmth. Usually, he only wore this cold, indifferent mask when he wasn't with Roserikta or Clobellina. Having grown accustomed to his rare gentleness, his sudden icy tone felt like a physical blow. [Roserikta] "Are you going back to the

[Knight] "Ahem." An awkward cough echoed through the small, ancient kitchen of Versaryl Pharmacy. The knight, having followed them inside, felt like a clumsy intruder. Before the old but tidy hearth, Kalart and Roserikta stood side by side, brewing tea. Though she could have managed alone, he insisted on helping. When she turned toward the cupboard, he reached up and handed her the honey jar. Whenever she forgot her injured throat and tried to speak, he gently pressed his fin

[Roserikta] "……Ugh!" She jammed her fingers into the gap of the cabinet door with every ounce of her strength. One finger wasn't enough to pry it open. The effort sent a jolting pain through her hand, making her fear her bones might snap. [Eaton] "Soon……" He muttered as he yanked the strap. The tough leather bit deep into her skin. Her breath hitched, and her vision blurred into a hazy gray. Still, she refused to surrender. Crash! Smash! She practically tore the cabinet door

[Roserikta] "......Ah!" The sudden jolt threw her off balance, giving Kalart the perfect excuse to pull her tight against his chest. [Kalart] "Are you all right?" [Roserikta] "......" She was far from all right. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She already found their proximity overwhelming, but sharing a single cloak felt like hiding under the covers of the same bed. Though they remained fully dressed, the intimacy unsettled her. He is so strang

Everything felt wrong. The entire situation defied logic. Did the love potion's side effects vanish? I thought he was about to fall for the Black Witch! They even held hands! I saw it with my own eyes! Why is this man acting like this? Perhaps he possessed a twisted habit of acting prickly toward those he liked. Roserikta thought back to their first meeting. No, that wasn't it. He had been so polite and gentle it was almost a problem. Maybe he just hates people interrupting h

Roserikta ignored the Black Witch's taunt. Instead, she studied Count Gibero on the bed. The Count would not last three days. Death was a certainty once the Black Witch targeted a soul. The only question was the timing. The man before her looked nothing like the person she saw yesterday. Overnight, his life force vanished, leaving only skin and bone. Over half of his grey hair had fallen out, making his scalp resemble a winter wheat field after a poor harvest. This is too str

Her voice cut through the quiet darkness. [Roserikta] "The Prince sees the Black Witch right now, doesn't he?" [Arad] "Hmm? What makes that so different?" [Roserikta] "The curse is not like the love potion. It doesn't force him to love her. But if he falls for the Black Witch while the curse is active, those feelings remain even after the curse breaks." His mouth hung open, his expression blank. If Lady Elona saw him now, their relationship might face a serious crisis. [Arad]

Arad's face turned even paler than Roserikta's. He had come to the stables alone to follow the Crown Prince's order to return to the capital. However, a suspicious sound from the carriage house stopped him. The soft, whispering voice belonged to the cat maid. He approached, wondering why she was there so late. The words grew clearer. They were words he couldn't ignore. Crown Prince. Curse. Black Witch. Love potion. Eye disease. Obsession. Every word sounded impossible. Not a

[Roserikta] "Thank you so much." She expressed her deep gratitude, unable to hide her admiration. [Roserikta] "I can't believe it. You finished so quickly." [Crow] "A witch of Versaryl praising us makes me feel proud. Though, these small friends did all the hard work." The Great Crow spoke while calmly smoothing the tips of his wings. During their last meeting, he had promised to help her face the black witch. He had taught her a way to call him without using magic. She only