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Oberyn Martell. King's Landing.
Ellaria and I were in the gazebo of one of the Red Castle gardens. Usually there were a few servants here again, but now it was empty except for us, Olenna Tyrell and her two bodyguards, Right and Left, as she herself called them, standing at our respective...
Solomon. Winterfell.
- "So that's what Lina was talking about," I said in a thoughtful voice, sitting in my room and looking at Kinvara, who responded with a faint nod. She was now standing across from me with a confused expression on her face, hiding her eyes and fidgeting in her seat.
To be...
Solomon. Braavos.
Two days later, in the evening, I was sitting in Kirana's living room, waiting for the Artist to arrive, while the owner of the mansion was minding her own business, reading the astronomy books I had created. Yes, the stars here are quite different, but a few pages giving a...
Solomon. Braavos.
Twenty minutes had passed since Paulina had returned from Ars Paulina, and now, in the same living room of the mansion, Kirana and I were in the same living room with glasses of wine, watching Lavena chewing on the bread I had created with a very disgruntled face, cheeks...
Solomon. Braavos.
- "Where...am I...?" The Artist asked herself uncertainly.
- "This place is... magnificent..." murmured Kirana, admiring the view.
I sat on the throne and looked at the end of the long staircase leading down as the mesmerized and stunned mother-daughter duo looked around and...
Lucifer's old castle.
There were taunts and obvious threats from the demons in my direction as they roared through the spacious throne room. Rizevim himself was studying me with amusement in his gaze, as were Katerea and Cruzeray. Respect? In the dumpster, obviously. Shalba, on the other hand...
Kyoto.
- "Now, now, stop sulking, Amaterasu-sama. It was just a harmless joke," I began in a soothing tone, looking at the goddess, "Besides, didn't we have something important to talk about?"
- "Hmph!" she snorted and turned her head away, crossing her arms.
- "I think he's right...
Kyoto.
The next day.
Well, the conversation wasn't rescheduled after all. However, we had time to settle things last night.
The churchmen were confused about the fused Excalibur being in Artoria's hands. Of course, I wasn't about to hand over the sword, which I told them to their faces...
Emiya residence.
Evening.
There was a deafening silence in the living room, and my eyebrow occasionally twitched at the looks I received from some of the people present.
Across from me sat a nervous Rias and Sona, while their entourages silently watched from the sidelines. Heiress Gremory's...
Kuoh Academy.
Standing at the window of the medical room and sipping coffee, I watched the canonical scene of Kokabiel and Valper's attack on the academy. And honestly, nothing much had changed. Sona and her entourage are still maintaining the barrier, and the occult research club along with...
Solomon. Braavos.
The conversation with Oris was, for lack of a better word, empty and short. I didn't press him, and he wasn't eager to share his story. Of course, he realized the conversation was Velano-related, so we just had a few words, and then Oris went back to training.
Honestly, I...
Jon Snow. Close to the Wall.
After a short walk, I was still in the cave with Cid and Mara, waiting for a return letter from Winterfell. However, it should have arrived last night, but still no word. It was now past noon, which meant that the raven would have arrived at Twilight Tower by now...
Daenerys Targaryen. The Plains.
When the Khalasar made a stop and set up camp, I decided to visit my teacher while Drogo practiced with his men. Fina, on the other hand, followed me and was my only servant, though my... husband... wanted more. But I managed to assure him that I didn't need...
Solomon. Braavos.
- "Why do you not allow me to approach you, Master Solomon? I only want to do my master a favor and give him a welcoming kiss." The Artist asked in a seductive voice with a charming smile on her face.
- "How interesting," I said with a short laugh, "What is the reason for...
Solomon. Braavos.
Kirana's reply came rather quickly. By noon a messenger arrived at the temple door with a letter that included the date, time, and place. It was tomorrow evening at her mansion, which I found acceptable, though by her speed of reply Kirana showed an impatience that one would...