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A tale of the secret saint. Dense Knight FMC. Dragon. Somewhat OP.

Exasperation

Yew

"Good to know that such feeling is in the past! En garde, Dean!" Gaston cried out with a rapier in hand.

Chiropractor

I bite more than I can chew, would have been better if it's lemon... but I bit onto its stem... It is hilarious and depressing.

We are having war!? Why did no one told me!? I could have brought some damn popcorns.

An armadillo, so I can finally l hibernate in peace.

Duty and necessity. You know, political marriage and stuff.

Mood, I'm tearing my hairs out at the moment but yeah. Have a nice day, week, month, and year, folks.

Bad people being so comically mustache-twirling evil and good people acting so moronically goody-two-shoes. I have little patience for characters so psychologically stilted. I absolutely loathe the Douchebag Young Master cliche too.

What readers dislike the most is the death being meaningless. Sure, a few shock factors to contrast the situation and tell them that "hey, this story gonna suck so buckle up or buck off" could work but I won't endorse such a huge gamble.

"Yes! With this new air tax, we shall have monopoly on reality!" "Oof, that's the 423rd child this week, tsk, tsk, they made rather annoying investment." "I love equality! Look inside my factory, many slaves from many corners of the world toiled in purest camaraderie. We are getting closer to...

Oh yeah, I should have used Cuirassier or Arquebusier against pike but honestly I just wanna drive the point home... More Knights with (early) Guns plez.

In the works, i'm stuck! I got like uh... 10 chapters? It is templated into those summoning nation stuff and i'm still in world building phase. There is another one, but I'm having a hard time choosing the plot.

My first writing was literally 17 years ago. It was your usual all sunshine and rainbow kids writing, nothing too serious with barely any plot. Strange, it made me nostalgic all of a sudden...

Alright. Why is it a staple to keep things so stagnant? Why is the Elves keep being either a tree hugger twat or a privileged prick with a brain of the supposedly superior and enlightened one but couldn't invent something to save themselves other than a bigger bow or kissed their tree so hard...

Broken sun, shed a light on everyone Broken sun, you are not the only one Oh, they can't take my spark I won't let you go dark

... Wait, we are not in one already?

This is beyond sad I struggle to even believe it. Holy hell...