"This scent… It's our vanilla macaroon!" Charlotte exclaimed as she recognized the scent. Her father was a famous patisserie and would always bake her his vanilla pastries since it was her favorite. She could never forget the scent of each of her father's pastries!
Manipulação de ki? Isso é uma característica inata de todas as raças, mas as pessoas do espaço não precisam treinar para adquirir já que a grande maioria tem um corpo forte normalmente.
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"It has been a long time ago that will not make me come back to my days and change my decision I'm going to class."
"Kami berdua mahasiswa kedokteran, tahun terakhir," jawabku.
Men cried their support. They were winning. War was a concept unheard of in Ørkady. Few men had heard the sword song. Few men had seen men bleed from the savage blows of a sword. Now, they were winning. They were sending the hated enemy to their graves. Crægaric would rue the day he sent his men to a foolish death. Perhaps they would raid into Åscator itself and put their kingdom to the sword. Victory was certain and the men of Ørkady were riding high. Pride filled their hearts as they slaughtered the enemy.
Eloriel put a hand on her left breast and let out an embarrassed smile.
"Thank you for saving me"
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"Professor. What do you do for a living?" She asked.
"You don't seem excited to see your childhood best friend?" he teasingly asked her.
The end