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Chapter 26 Injury (Part 2)

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I wiped out the feather from Feisha’s pressure and fixed him to the ceiling. Like the bottom of his feet smiling a smile and a smile and a strawberry – but not the same He probably dreamed flying when he was young.

“I have the privilege of the Novem coalition of Noah’s various comparisons,” Jenny remembered the dark shades.

Grace privilege? Did not you look like a medallion?

Faisher Daru recovered that light within seconds, but unfortunately Almedande was still one of the murders for thousands of years of crystallization.

Jesus, this obscene was more scary than a vampire.

“Why should I take care of it?” Almedande’s voice seemed to be Antarctica.

Gina’s face remained nervous, Feisha’s beliefs could see the sweat formed behind the neck. This guy did not help anything, but Feisha kept a defensive position and did not help him. He always looked at the movie hero who did nothing but cry throughout the day. What people will fall into traps and rocks? He thought that this should be considered who wrote the script.

So far. Now he has noticed that there is no impossible situation. Even a scriptwriter just imagines things.

“If you tell me a word, I’ll leave your life,” Almedande said calmly.

Perhaps you might want, but Jin certainly not. Feisha Roofing Dangers Dangerous Hair Black Bright Hair Pain !! “Honesty, I swear that I am innocent. I’m kind. M – My life is very weak, I want your biggest steps, I do not know I’d like to ask you Security First Security One!”

Alighting up the head and the eyes of purple eyes are cold as ice. “What, other people?”

In the Zing Case, the aspect of blessing could lead to two world wars that inspired Lord Cain from his sleep. The result of the war was not as terribly as the rise of the rising price increased …

“Erm” rolled by Feisha, my heart runs on migration. “I have heard that there is really only a deer. Most say that it is mentioned, he does not say that there is another man, do not you understand this, is not it that you are everywhere I will surely give you the If you can call his name for a while, believe me, he gave me, he looked pretty in my eyes, My smile Reliable, my faithful expression -. ”

Almedande raised his hand, soon Feisha the air flows to his chest, then spreading an exciting free free sensation and the marble floor faster and he is closer to him than he was happy I felt.

“… … please help me …” Before he could finish, Feisha, he probably slept in the hands of Gina.

His savior surrendered to him. “Did you go to proximity or word length, I’m for you, is it not the first time when you called?”

“I have struck my confidence,” Feisha was still injured. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Jin likes.

Feisha’s face received a very intimate experience on the marble floor.

“Look, I’ve made it trust you to trust me.” I thrust you to thrust me~♫

In painful pain, Feisha got the power to hit Bird Gin.

… After this short fight, their fears of Almedande fell. Numbers and all security.

Almedande transferred his attention to Gin. “Do you know what it is?”

Layton means it happened before he came to the variety of Noah, and he did not know anything about this problem. Jin was one of the first members of the Noah’s ark. Without a doubt, he knows something about it.

Also, in Noah’s box, but Feisha, is the second closing to being the best to build Jin. With such a simple question, Jin shook his head: “I do not know.”

“I know.

The two phrases can be the same as the 6 6 points and 6 interested, but the meaning was completely reversed. Feisha sent his hand to Jin. He was not the one to whom he spoke.

Leaving a long direction went to the stairs. There he slowly walked slowly with the expression of the ginger hair hanging on her shirt. Feisha stood and was behind Gin. The most important thing was to see gossip and drama, but security was the highest priority. We need some support measures.

The Almedande eye finally flew his little red anger at the Dies and burned the way through the ice. “What?”

Corner of the lip of Deas is recorded. “I do not remember that too many things”

Almedande slide before Daya without thinking again. It was only the sound that Faisha had hidden his face and pulled out the spectrum’s neck. DEA, but crossed his expression from the perspective, leaning his head to the side as a lively doll, holding the key to moving hair.

Almedande deeply bitter. “Do not let yourself fall,” he commanded to comfort.

………

Feisha could feel the tears of joy. How long was he when he watched TV lately? Who knew that this sweet penalty could see here? Was it a continuous drama?

“You, do you get out to your little beauty, Almedand?” Abaddon is refreshing from the top voice. He is to be with Issefel and Borja, Feisha noticed, I had to lift his head. The Savior is here! He jumped from the position of the back of the gin and the acute Isēfelu with a velocity of sprinted 50 meters. “Head I, your employees have experienced a danger. You’ve got to have! Fight for our rights,” but it was crazy to get Feisha so he’s a stronger support than Jin, Borjas claimed to shoot flying to him.

Isefels, even if he is to catch the trigger feet, leaving her erroneously unbeaten.

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“Sorry, it was a reflection,” he said, Isfelis responded emotionally.

“…”

Borja has come back in a few minutes. Abadons are seizing him with wings, crying out, they gave him a blow, “Why are you stupid. I am still as you can win the Isefelu year. I have no face to see other people.”

Borja does not seem to worry about the blow. “Oh why did not you see him fight?

Abadon soon changed his clothes. He said seriously as “Lucifer Horseman was banned to kill one another”.

“Fuck” laughed at Borja.

Father and son duo, but raised the moment Feisha was allowed to all the Issefels netchlotos whisper. Jin also went missing, they left the battlefield of Almedande and Dea. This atmosphere is too isolated! As the intruder, even at the same level as the air, was reduced to carbon dioxide immediately.

A sudden silence from the corridor once again caused collective anxiety. Deer has come to see slowly and slide the face, which is a red silk band glittering Arumedando.

His cheeks were not red. Almedende seems to be able to suppress his anger.

“Please tell me that someone is” Almedande has been repeated again.

“Does this matter?” Deer prayed easily.

“I do not touch …” shipment of shouts appeared in the brightness of the Almedande of students. “But he dares …!” Was the hand that hung on his side, cramped firmly locked, fist became white.

“So in the end, something could come to me before doing that,” said Dee, a joke. “But, you seem to forget, I could be your slave, you have been charged with crimes of the entire light of the day with a built-in throne. Your rights are not. Other in your EU engagement, you even have such rights It’s important to intervene, but you would be king, this is Noah’s box. ”

“…” Alighting the eye of fire is to promote the fist, a bit filled with any of the words that Dea had said, so broke the cycle. After a lot of repetition, he closed his eyes, for a calm hand laughed badly. “You’re right.”

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Moving back his eyes back. A new foot has just opened its eyes.

“Oh, you said?” Asked Abbot, a little worried.

“Why not me?” You ask Almedande

“…”

According to the Almedande said Dea said to relocate Mr. Almedande him, he returned to the previous half. It stretched out on his little red face, a dark hair root, which had somewhat struck his heart as a calm whip that left the static than the pain.

“So what did you do?” Feisha whispered. Did he refuse? Will he immediately see this problem with himself?

Jin of wrinkles looked bad, it was definitely frustrated the turning point of these events. Perhaps he has fallen most on this subject. Why did he make him sound like a deception? Because he was the one who actually chose it?

A great silhouette appeared from the stairs. “Why do you have you gathered here?” I asked a few people

“Nothing” Feisha left his shoulders. “You know the past, please know the background? The other was a little chat.”

“Oh,” said Asa. “But you did not even see that the king did not find it.

………

“Did he go away?”

“Wait,” Abadon urgently asked. “Why should he leave?”

“He had a cart,” said Asa.

“Fuck!” Abadon licked the anger. “To steal my fucking carriage again, he is the last time trying to be ill, it’s not good that time, he must pretend depression?” That thing. ”

Deer is turned immediately, exterminated the reinforced so tight gapo.

“… What do you think?” Abadon felt uncomfortable.

“Sir, Abadon asked” FEIS to pretend to be ill “to” and find the intention to dance, “Do you think …?”

“His older brother began a coup d’etat, and from now on he had some wounds,” Abadon began. “It’s just a few fleshy injuries, but he will not leave until he tells him an automobile jacket, because he intends to return, he will be right if he did not choose the best I did not return, I never went anywhere, I found, what he does this awkward peasant.

“Do you think he asks you to bring him?” Feisha marveled.

“…”

Translator’s note

Grace privilege? Did not you look like a medallion?

The privilege of Mercy: The power adopts the death penalty to change the way of amnesty and forgiveness. Tl; Dr: Authority and authority, whatever you want in their team. In this case, the authorities should understand Isefels and the team area is Noah’s box. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit and making us sound lazy. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

Medallion: In the 2003 film, there are medals that symbolize great power and immortality. (Here’s detailed information: https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Medallion)[/hide]

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Chapter 26: Jealousy (Part 2)

Can you keep a secret better than these losers?

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A strong gust of wind swept Feisha up and pinned him to the ceiling. He may have dreamed of flying when he was younger – laughing, sneering and jeering at the insignificant beings under his feet – but not like this.

“Noah’s Ark has the Novem Union Prerogative of Mercy,” Gin reminded in dark tones.

Prerogative of Mercy? Wasn’t that just like The Medallion?

Feisha’s dull gaze gained back its light in a split second, but unfortunately, Almedande’s was still one of murderous bloodlust that seemed to have crystallised over thousands of years.

Jesus, this faerie was scarier than the vampire.

“And for what reason should I care?” Almedande’s voice sounded like it came from the South Pole.

Gin’s face remained impassive, but Feisha could see beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck. This guy was going to be no help, Feisha concluded from his defensive stance and couldn’t help but call for help. He had always looked down on those protagonists in movies who did nothing except yell for help all day; what kind of person falls into traps and off cliffs that frequently? Whoever wrote the script ought to be fired, he had thought.

Until now, that is. He’s realized now that there are no impossible circumstances, just ones that even the screenwriters couldn’t think up.

“I will leave you your life if you tell me the name,” Almedande uttered coldly.

Maybe you will, but Gin certainly won’t. Feisha stared at the glossy head of black hair in sorrow, “Your Majesty, I swear I’m innocent! I don’t know anythiholyshit– M- My life is very fragile, I’d like to ask for Your Majesty to please please please have mercy. Safety first, safety first!”

Almedande raised his head, violet eyes cold as ice. “Who. Is. The. Other. Person?”

Gin frowned. By the looks of things, a single slip-up could cause the two worlds to launch into war, which would wake Lord Cain from his slumber. The consequences of a war wasn’t as frightening as the consequences of waking Lord Cain…

“Erm,” stuttered Feisha, mind running in overdrive. “I’ve actually only heard Dea mention this a little bit, but he didn’t say who the other person. It’s understandable, right? It’s not the kind of stuff you go sprouting everywhere. I’ll definitely be able to get a name out of him if you give me some time though, believe me. Heheh, look at my pure eyes, my trustworthy smile, my sincere expression-”

Almedande raised a hand and immediately, Feisha felt the airflow at his chest dissipate, followed by the thrilling sensation of freefall and the marble flooring approaching him faster than he was comfortable with.

“Help…Ise-” Before he could finish, Feisha found himself lying securely in Gin’s arm.

His savior scowled at him in disdain. “Whether you went by proximity or by the length of names, shouldn’t I be the one you call for first?”

“I went by level by trustworthiness,” gasped Feisha, still reeling.

Gin let go.

Feisha’s face was granted a very intimate experience with the marble flooring.

“Look, I did it to reward your trust in me.”

Within the agonizing pain, Feisha mustered up the strength to flip Gin the bird.

…After this short period of banter, their fear of Almedande lessened. Safety in numbers and all that.

Almedande transferred his attention to Gin. “Do you know who it is?”

Layton did not report about this matter at all, meaning that it happened before he came to Noah’s Ark. Gin was one of the first members at Noah’s Ark, there is no doubt that he knows something about this.

Also at Noah’s Ark though, if Feisha was the best at lying then Gin would be a close second. Even more so at such an easy question; Gin shook his head, “I don’t know.”

“I do know.”

The two sentences may be sixty-six point six recurring percent identical, but the meanings were completely opposite. Feisha waved his hand at Gin in denial; he wasn’t the one who spoke up.

Almedande had long since turned around to face the stairs. There, Dea approached slowly with a blank expression, ginger hair hanging loosely down his shirt. Feisha stood up and shuffled behind Gin. Gossip and watching drama were important, but safety was the number one priority. Some backing was needed.

The furnace within Almedande’s eyes finally burned its way through the ice, directing every bit of his hot-red rage at Dea. “Who?!”

A corner of Dea’s lips curled upwards. “Can’t remember, there’s been too many.”

Almedande slapped Dea in the face without a second thought. Just the sound made Feisha rub his own face to dispel some of the phantom prickling. Dea, however, remained standing motionlessly with his head tilted to the side like a lifeless doll, locks of hair obstructing his expression from view.

Almedande took a few deep breaths. “Do not put yourself down,” he ordered after calming down.

………

Feisha could feel some tears welling up. How long had it been since he had last watched television? Who knew he’d be able to see this kind of sappy father-punishing-son drama here? Was this a soap opera?

“How could you lay your hands on your little beauty, Almedande?” Abaddon’s refreshing voice cut in from above. With him were Isefel and Borja, Feisha noticed upon raising his head. The savior is here! He darted out from his position behind Gin and made a beeline for Isefel with the speed of a fifty-metre sprinter. “Manager I, your employees are in danger. You have to stand up for our rights!” Being so engrossed in his pursuit of a stronger backing than Gin, Feisha didn’t notice Borja’s flying kick coming his way.

Isefel didn’t even blink as he caught the projectile’s foot and casually threw him away.

Abaddon watched someone throw his son down the stairs with wide eyes, uttering in shock, “Did- Did you somehow forget that his dad is right here?”

“Apologies, my hand moved on its own,” Isefel replied emotionlessly.

“…”

Borja flapped his way back up a few minutes later. Abaddon seized him by his wings and gave him a beating, yelling, “Why are you so stupid? It’s been how many years now and you still can’t beat Isefel?! I have no face to see people anymore.”

Borja didn’t seem to care about the beating. “Oh? Then why don’t you go fight him and see?”

Abaddon promptly let go and readjusted his clothes. “Lord Lucifer forbade us from killing each other,” he said seriously.

“Coward,” scoffed Borja.

While the father-son duo had their bonding moment, Feisha had admitted everything to Isefel in hushed whispers. Gin had stormed over as well, leaving the battlefield entirely to Almedande and Dea. That atmosphere, it was too segregated! An intruder like him was instantly demoted to carbon dioxide – not even on the same level as air.

The sudden silence in the hallway caused the collective anxiety to skyrocket once again. Dea slowly turned to look at Almedande, shimmering strands of reddish silk sliding off his face.

His right cheek wasn’t very red. Looks like Almedande managed to hold back through his anger.

“Tell me, who was it?” Almedande repeated again.

“Is it important?” Dea asked lightly.

“I haven’t even touched you…” Flames of envy shone within Almedande’s pupils. “Yet he- he dares-!” The hand hanging loosely by his side clenched into a tight fist, knuckles turning white.

“So in the end it’s about how someone managed to get to me before you did,” sneered Dea. “But you seem to have forgotten; I may be your slave, but you have denounced the sins of all light faeries on the day you ascended the throne. You do not command me. Even if I enter a relationship with somebody else, what does it matter to you? What right do you have to interfere in my matters? You may be king, but this is Noah’s Ark!”

“…” The fire in Almedande’s eyes was put out bit by bit with every word that Dea uttered, fist relaxing then tensing in a cycle. After many iterations, he closed his eyes, relaxed his hand for good and smiled bitterly. “You are correct.”

Dea was a little bit taken aback at how easily he’d given up.

Almedande opened his eyes once again, all traces of what had just occurred sliding off his face.

“Hey, you alright?” asked Abaddon, slightly concerned.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Almedande asked back.

“…”

At Almedande’s advance, Dea took half a step back only to have Almedande stride past him. Dark strands of hair brushed over his slightly red cheek, striking his heart like silent whips that left static rather than pain.

“So…what was that all about?” Feisha whispered. Had he given up? Or is he just preparing to look into the matter himself?

Gin’s complexion looked even worse, clearly unhappy with this turn of events. He was probably the most depressed about this matter, actually; why did they make him sound like a rapist when, in fact, he was the one taking it up the ass?

A large silhouette emerged from the staircase. “Why are you all gathered here?” the hulking figure asked.

“Nothing much,” Feisha shrugged. “Just revisiting the past and chatting a bit, you know? Learning about each other’s background.”

“Oh,” Asa said. “But you didn’t even see the faerie king off.”

………

“He left?”

“Wait,” Abaddon asked urgently. “How did he leave?”

“He took the carriage,” answered Asa.

“Fuck!” Abaddon shook with rage. “Stealing my fucking carriage again; last time he pretended to be sick, this time he’s pretending to be depressed?! Nothing good comes with that thing.”

Dea spun around immediately, fixing Abaddon with an intense stare.

“…What are you looking at?” Abaddon felt uncomfortable.

“Lord Abaddon,” Feisha asked upon realising Dea’s intentions, “by ‘pretending to be sick’, you mean…?”

“His brother staged a coup and he got a few injuries from that,” Abaddon ranted. “It’s just some flesh wounds, but he wouldn’t leave until I lent him a carriage. Which would be fine, except he had to pick the best with no intention of returning it. I’m never going to ride carriages again, I’ll fucking walk everywhere. See what he does then, that thieving bastard.”

“Do you think he’d ask for you to carry him?” wondered Feisha.

“…”

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Translator’s note

Prerogative of Mercy? Wasn’t that just like The Medallion?

Prerogative of Mercy: The right and power of a body of authority to commute a death sentence, change the mode of execution or to pardon an offender. Tl;dr: The right and power of authority figures to do whatever the fuck they want in their area of command. In this case, the authority figure would be Isefel and the area of command is Noah’s Ark.

The Medallion: A 2003 movie in which there exists a medallion that grants superpowers and immortality. (More info here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Medallion) [/hide]