Erotica and romantic story collection of mythology from India and other parts of the world. 

Disclaimer: 
1. There are lots of sex scenes.
2. These are fictional fantasy and not related to facts of history or mythology.

It is interesting how ideological processing affects the human mind. There is no doubt that there are ideological formats both in the Eastern Bloc and in the Western. But after the collapse of a great empire, as it is easier to see these ideological cliches. History is the first time as a tragedy and the second as a farce.

So now all these ideological clichés look ridiculous. Having once survived the collapse of the country, the social system of values, now you are looking at everything with a certain degree of skepticism.

Since they saw those who said that capitalism is evil, and then after a couple of years, they themselves became capitalists.

Those who scolded the Western world, then just went there to live!

Those who spoke of love for their country, that it was a betrayal to leave it, just silently left for the United States or Europe.

Those who said that in Europe is bad, he went there to live!

How can you then believe these people ???

The ideology itself, this is deception, in fact, black PR, marketing moves to make the buyer believe that he really needs the product. But in practice it is quite possible to do without it.

An objective assessment of the world, situations, this is the best. Everywhere there are pros and cons. Ups and downs. Personal Interests and Corporate.

An ordinary view of history usually has - not a real view, but how I see a view of them, of certain influential groups. Their vision or their version of a look at the story.

If you want an objective assessment, then you need to dig, drill, cover the information in breadth and depth. Reach the source of information if possible. See how the situation was evaluated by different scientists in different countries, empires, and poles of power. To understand that each of them was sticking out and forgotten.

But not everyone is ready for this view of history.

History is a fact, but you need to be able to appreciate it without emotion.

Not always and not everyone succeeds. But for the historian, as a scientist, this is an important ability to approach the facts from the point of view of scientific criticism. To the author from the point of view of artistic fiction, it is difficult to translate dry facts into a fascinating story. But these facts are really worth it. The history of the Silk Road is really very unique. It covers at least three continejavascript:;nts! Many cultures and mentality! Different eras and people, each of which had its own aspirations and goals.

For some reason, the story of the Silk Road is not popularized for the general public, the history of this path remains so only for selected scientists who are steamed in their own juice.

Just the author can not fully show the beauty and uniqueness of the Magic of the Silk Road! This is true!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

To elaborate

Hogwarts:

- Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall
- Deputy HM: Pomona Sprout
- Heads of Houses: Sirius Black (Gryffindor), Remus Lupin (Ravenclaw), Pomona Sprout (Hufflepuff), Andromeda Tonks (Slytherin)
- Gamekeeper: Rubeus Hagrid
- Caretaker: Argus Filch

Subjects and Professors: 
- Transfiguration: James Potter
- Charms: Godric Flint-Black
- DADA: Sirius Black
- Potions: Andromeda Tonks
- Herbology: Pomona Sprout
- History of Magic: Remus Lupin
- Astronomy: Estella DeCielo
- Muggle Studies: Lily Potter
- Arithmancy: Helena Flint
- Ancient Runes: Hera Gryffin
- Care for Magical Creatures: Rubeus Hagrid

Clubs: 
- Dueling Club: Sirius Black, Helena Flint
- Lycanthropy Support: Remus Lupin #haha totally unexpected#
- Occlumency: Godric Flint-Black

Relationships: 
- The so far mentioned children share a sibling-like relationship, save for Dudley who had only met Harry and Mia at this point. 
- Current couples: 
James & Lily #obviously#
Fleamont & Euphemia I. 
Sirius & Godric
Remus & Helena
Frank & Alice
Dorcas & Emmeline
Regulus & Marlene
Ted & Andromeda
- any relationships that develop in the course of this fic are not mentioned here! 

Miscellaneous facts: 
- Pettigrew doesn't exist here
- Bill was told about what Molly did to the twins and he didn't take it well tbh
- Now that McGonagall rules the school every student is theoretically accepted (hence the Lyc Support club) but there are still a few stuck-ups 
- there's been a battle at Hogwarts in 1987 where Dumbledore, Flitwick, Slughorn, Vector, Snape, Sinistra, Trelawney and Augusta Longbottom died
- Kingsley is the Minister of Magic and his first thing to do was to pass a law that banned any form of bigotry
- Remus is quite famous since he killed Voldemort which helped eradicating the prejudice of werewolves being monsters so nearly no one sees him and his kind in a negative light anymore

Any other facts you'd like to know? Comment and I promise I'll answer. 

Update: I just started my penultimate year at school and it's already driving me up the wall. I am sorry if I can't maintain my update schedule :/

A young boy, around the age of fifteen, was sleeping carefreely. His head was slumped on top of the rough wooden-table, whose look shouted look how cheap I am.

 His heavy snores were muzzled by a towel shoved into his mouth. No one was bullying him, as he himself shoved the towel to muzzle his snores. He didn't want to disturb the others in the classroom.

Today, he had forced himself to attend the Senior-high Mystic Academy, in order to retain his perfect percentage of attendance. After all, he is a model student and is studying for free in Mystic Academy as a Student on Scholarship.

Today, the homeroom teacher did not judge him because of his roguish behavior, as she knew that yesterday was a very tiring day from Him. 

Yesterday, right after school, Leal went to the nearest Mystic association center. He wanted to become a Mystic-hunter and become independent so that he can reduce the burden of his orphanage. He had stood in front of the palace-like Mystic Association building, waiting in-line for 14 hours.

By the time his turn arrived, half a day has already gone by. In the end, he just managed to obtain a chance to join the entry test of Mystic hunters. 

Fourteen whole hours, just for an assessment test coupon!

A new morning had long come to be by the time he obtained the assessment test coupon. Hence, without a wink of sleep, he rushed to the Senior-high Mystic Academy to attend the classes.

The first class had already begun by the time he reached the classroom. Thankfully, teacher Garden did not chide him for being late. Rather, she saw his exhausted state and red eyes, and worriedly asked for an explanation.

Leal explained everything to her, Shyly. Due to which, Teacher Garden, the gorgeous brunette with water-fall like black hair gave him full-permission to sleep during her class. 

Leal slept throughout her class, in the process, relieving himself from exhaustion.

 Teacher Garden was a gentle beauty. Her graceful aura and big black eyes could even melt the heart of a vicious monster. She was the dream crush of every boy in the classroom, including Leal. She had appeared many times in the dreams of the boy undergoing puberty.

Though, her class ended. She went out of the classroom under the pleasant shouts of Goodbye Madam Garden that came out of the mouth of her simps.

IMMEDIATELY, came in the history teacher, Albuquerque Pueblo, a man who claimed to be of French descent with a history book held in his hand. Everyone quiet down in horror. Their history teacher was the worst in history. The students in the classroom silently opened their history textbooks. Their head held low, starting right at Page 667 of the history book.

The history teacher, Albuquerque Pueblo, was not the least bit impressed by the attitude of the student. For him, they were supposed to be like this. Without opening the textbook, he began to teach important historical facts to the student in the classroom while walking around the classroom. He stopped after his eyes glimpsed at the sleeping Leal. The glimpse turned into an angry glare.

"Leal, how dare you sleep in my classroom! You are a model student yet look at what you are doing. What kind of example are you gonna set for the others?" He shouted after pinching Leal ears to wake him up. 

Not only that, but he also hit him on the head with the 1000 page heavy textbook. Due to which, the towel shoved into Leal mouth came out. Leal terrifying beast-like snores resounded in the classroom and silenced the history teacher shouts.

The history teacher beating hastened to wake Leal before his beast-like snores cause him a headache.

"Oh shit, I forgot to wake him up," muttered Vaal, as he saw the history teacher beating Leal on his snowy white head. Leal was still deep in sleep because his snowy-white hairs filled with mana reduced the pain. The attack of the history teachers only served as a massage that caused Leal to fall deeper into his dream.

Leal was dreaming, in his dream, he had finally become an awakened. He was flying in the skies along the griffins, playing with the monkeys on the ground, drinking the finest quality wine with the monkey king, and bedding the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life, miss Garden. Until his dreamscape started to shake, and a tyrant was awakened ready to cause devastation.

He fought the tyrant.

 Boom! Bam! Boom! Boom! Each of his attacks exploding one the nine head of the tyrant. His dream shattered after he destroyed the nine-faced elephantian giant.

Leal woke up startled. Looking at his right, he saw that the tyrant he beat was none other his history teacher, Albuquerque Pueblo.

Leal bestowed him a glare filled with 'I am sorry'. While Teacher Albuquerque Pueblo, who was beaten like a monkey gave him a 'I will kill you' glare.

"Get the fuck out of my class, now!" He shouted. 

"I am sorry, teacher Albuquerque Pueblo. Please don't condemn me later," Leal didn't fight him verbally. He stood up in a hurry and left immediately. After all, the history teacher was beaten black and blue by his hand. Blood was dripping from the corner of Albuquerque Pueblo mouth, his eyes beaten till they were deep-black. His three hair strands seemed to be missing. Leal had concluded that his punch perfectly barren the dried farmland, hence he flex the Senior-high mystic academy.

Seeing Leal making his grand escape, Fatty Zhang, Skinny Wang, Xayah, Rakhan, Leona, and everyone in the class were giggling.

Teacher Albuquerque Pueblo didn't notice that the land had become barren. He didn't know why the students were giggling. Not until student Leona helped him stand up and the three hair-strand fell off his head. Their final shine glitter in his gray eyes, and he finally realized what happened.

"Leal, you pesky bastard!!!!!" His shout resounded throughout the academy. By that time, Leal has already left the Senior high Mystic Academy. His name was marked on the attendence sheet, hence there was no need to remain there.

He went back to his little hostel room, funded by the orphanage and collapsed on the floor mattress. He set the alarm to ring by 16:00.

Today, he will take the assessment test and become a mystic-hunter!

A group of five young heroes march towards the Demon Emperor's Castle, the Last boss they needed to defeat to attain the world's peace and restore happiness and joy to all corners of the land.

Leading this group is a human man with red hair and eyes that would seem to blaze under the light of the sun, on his back a Giant sword that would glow due to the high amount of holy power it possesses.

Accompanying him are his four fellow heroes, teammates, and friends - A male beast-man with black hair loosely tied back and black eyes wielding a spear, its shaft as dark as the night and its blade forged from a silver dragon's scales.

A male dwarf with short orange hair and brown eyes holding a battle axe, a weapon won from a previous great battle.

A female elf with long silver-blond hair reaching past her waist and blue eyes, slung across her shoulder was her tribes' ancient bow, with a history said to have been passed down from the gods.

And lastly, a man with snow white skin and hair that perfectly framed golden eyes, he was no less beautiful than the elf; one of his hands holding a staff and the other a book.

Even from afar one would not fail to see the radiance and Pure Yang Ki this man would omit.

Than man is me Aster Vulmuir, and in contrast to my appearance and occupation... I'm a demon.

(A/N: this is all fiction made inside my mind so there are no real facts in this story since I have no knowledge of anything about martial arts, and whatnot and it's all made up in my head whether it may be true or false doesn't matter cause its fiction)

A group of five young heroes march towards the Demon Emperor's Castle, the Last boss they needed to defeat to attain the world's peace and restore happiness and joy to all corners of the land.
Leading this group is a human man with red hair and eyes that would seem to blaze under the light of the sun, on his back a Giant sword that would glow due to the high amount of holy power it possesses. 

        Accompanying him are his four fellow heroes, teammates, and friends - A male beast-man with black hair loosely tied back and black eyes wielding a spear, its shaft as dark as the night and its blade forged from a silver dragon's scales. 

        A male dwarf with short orange hair and brown eyes holding a battle axe, a weapon won from a previous great battle. 

        A female elf with long silver-blond hair reaching past her waist and blue eyes, slung across her shoulder was her tribes' ancient bow, with a history said to have been passed down from the gods. 
And lastly, a man with snow white skin and hair that perfectly framed golden eyes, he was no less beautiful than the elf; one of his hands holding a staff and the other a book.

        Even from afar one would not fail to see the radiance and Pure Yang Ki this man would omit. (A/N: Ki is like energy more commonly seen in stories and martial-art practices. Yang is that white part in the yin-yang symbol. Ex. Pure Yang Ki = extremely clean positive/holy/good energy inside one's body)

        Than man is me Aster Vulmuir, and in contrast to my appearance and occupation... I'm a demon.


(A/N: this is all fiction made inside my mind so there are no real facts in this story since I have no knowledge of anything about martial arts, and whatnot and it's all made up in my head whether it may be true or false doesn't matter cause its fiction)

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Since the 21st century, the development of mobile phones has increased rapidly. The technology that develops significantly without any restrictions is what makes the world cold war.

The cold war turned into an open war in cyberspace until it continued into the fourth world war. This led the secretary of the World Security Council to enact laws restricting technology for the market economy in general. However, this does not apply to the superpowers, who hold the supreme power of the World Security Council.

"Because of this imbalance of power, the fifth world war against these superpowers finally erupted. Until finally there was a mutual agreement between minority countries and majority countries to use technology and its inventions only for the benefit of world peace." Petra said in a discussion on New World History lessons.

"And ... that thought was the forerunner to the formation of the Sovereign State of Mestonia or the NKM for short. Where the ancestors of the original inhabitants of Mestonia were elected immigrants from all over the world under the supervision of the World Security Council," added Stev, who sat behind Petra.

"Fine. That's all for today. Next week your research on the history of Mestonia is being put online." closed the New World History teacher with heavy glasses, leaving the hall to cheers of protest throughout the room. Classes that end with paper assignments always make almost all high school students in Mestonia moan sadly.

New World History class is compulsory for all grade levels at Metropol High School.
Therefore, there is no distinction between first grade and second grade. All classes blend into one room. Only the third graders are not required to take the New World History class anymore because the preparation for the Final Examination takes precedence. Because the Final Examination is already counting the days.

"The good thing is ... for scholarship recipients of course it is easy to do this tedious task." said a student from the back seat. A sound loud enough to reach Petra's ears.

To Petra, the buzzing sound was familiar to him. Jealous taunts often hit, but Petra couldn't do anything about it. Because it's true. All the rumors are facts. Only the words hurt her too much when they reached Petra's ears.

"And, are you going to keep silent being ridiculed like that?" said Stev, still sitting on the bench behind Petra.

The hall was already quiet. The students leave for their lunch break. Meanwhile, Petra, of course, brought supplies, preferring to be alone in doing his chores and eating at the same time.

Not because Petra has no friends in his class, but today Petra chose to be alone. Petra was too tired lately. To be kidding, Petra couldn't.

"It's a fact, after all, what their right to say," Petra said halfheartedly. It was uncomfortable because it turned out that Steven was still following her.

"Sure, that's true. Just ... don't you think they're trying to bully you?" argued Stev, still not wanting to stop teasing Petra.

"I know. But don't expect me to ask you a favor," said Petra, who was now chewing his lunch. Talking to Steven makes Petra hungry.

"I wanted to tell you about Ken's news, though ..." said Stev grimacing. Steven doesn't like Petra. For Steven, the present Petra is Ken's old little Petra. Only his body grew taller. Besides, Steven already has a girlfriend.

"Ken, just the past. Besides ... if he cared it would be better if he met me in person. Not just through you." Petra argued expressionlessly. More precisely tired.

Petra's energy and emotions have been drained because of his deal with Lyon. Therefore, Petra prefers to hold back when faced with Steven who is now very excited to tease him.

Steven always can't stay still. Steven always couldn't help himself when it came to Petra and Ken. For Steven, teasing Petra is very fun, like a separate entertainment for Steven in the midst of being bored with the many lessons he spent at Metropol High School.

"Hahahaha ... what a shame. Ken won't be able to see you at this time. Forever." Steven laughed softly and lowered his voice so that Petra couldn't hear her last word.

"I didn't hope either." Petra screeched without suspicion of what Steven had to say to him.
For Petra, whatever Steven said was just nonsense. From the past until now Steven has been playing around, never serious and full of silliness.

"Hopefully you won't regret it someday," Steven whispered and left Petra out of the hall.

Now, the great room was completely deserted. There's only Petra alone now. And Petra was too busy to realize it.

Time passed so fast that finally, the bell rang three times. Petra hurriedly packed up and ran towards the next class. Mathematics. The class most avoided by the Social class students.

In the Mathematics class, all Metropol High School students are combined into one, be it the Science class or the Social class. It was too late for Petra to realize that he would meet Lyon again in Maths class. And it is too late for Petra to be able to choose the seat furthest from Lyon's reach. Very, very late. The only empty seats left are next to Lyon.

Realizing that Petra who was sitting in the chair next to Lyon was grinning slyly, a smile that the girls mistook for a deadly, dazzling smile. Petra wanted to throw up when he heard the girls always talking about Lyon's sweet smile.

"Poor girls ... they just don't know who he is." sighed Petra, speaking to himself.

"I felt that you were being sarcastic." clicked Lyon, apparently able to hear what Petra was saying.

"Thank God. That means your ears are still functioning. Speaking of what I just said is a fact." defend Petra not wanting to lose. Giving in is not Petra's life motto when facing Lyon, an angel-faced loan shark.

"Since you were talking about facts, it's good that you should always remember that our status at school is a boyfriend. So please watch over your behavior. Respect your boyfriend a little." quipped Lyon also did not want to budge.

"Yes, I know. But, somehow no matter how hard I try, I still can't." babbled Petra irritably. Holding his book on the table was hard enough, causing several other students to turn their heads in the direction they were sitting.

"Wow ... you are very good at attracting attention, huh. Well, as a gift I will give this," said Lyon, pulling out a new cell phone. Put the flat black object on top of Petra's notebook.

"What is this? Are you trying to bribe me or seduce me?" cried Petra softly.

"Both," Lyon replied, grinning with satisfaction.

"Sorry, I had to refuse. I don't need it." Petra flatly refused.

Before Petra could return the cellphone that Lyon had given him, the young man had already taken Petra's cellphone which was not far from his reach. Petra's cell phone is next to the pencil holder, next to the notebook.

"Sorry, I also refused. Because now I take your old cell phone as collateral," whispered Lyon with a sweet smile that Petra saw only this time.

A smile that only Lyon himself knew what it meant.

-TBC-

Petra relocates to the city to pursue a Metropol High School scholarship. That's where she met Lyon. The wealthy and cool young man. As if that wasn't enough in the name of destiny to secure Petra a lifetime contract with Lyon. Lyon's future wife.

Morning Dew. Leon knew he heard about it when Eton spoke of it.
So it was tea. As this part of his memory was awoken in his mind, Leon immediately recalled a series of facts about the Morning Dew. He tried it before, it was a type of tea with green leaves favored by Jon. The tea water made from the leaves also had a pale green tone, and when the needle-like leaves flowed up and down in the boiling water they almost resembled dancing trees in a luxurious forest.
As for the taste, Leon couldn't remember. Just bitter water maybe, because that was old Jon's favorite.
"Is there anything special about the Morning Dew?" Leon asked Jon.
There was only a tiny bit of doubt passing through Jon's eyes. "Not really. It's only tea. You two drank it before, and so did your parents. However, if there truly is something worth mentioning, then maybe…"
"Maybe?" Leon quickly followed.
Jon signaled the mute servant to go away first, before slowly speaking again:
"The seedlings of Morning Dew do not originate from this world. I took them here from another world."
Leon rolled his eyes before Jon could finish. "Yeah, right. Since Count Eton came for the Morning Dew, not you, I'll send him an invitation later on to come to the manor tomorrow evening, to drink this tea."
He had no intention to hear about Jon's "other world theory" or whatever.
With that, Leon turned and left.
Jon on the other hand, gazed at the tea box in Angor's hands and fell into silence.
…
Misty water vapor and smoke slowly rose.
Angor bent over the crafting table, watching the leaves in the glass rise and fall in the flowing boiling water.
The Morning Dew tea, nothing out of the ordinary could be seen on the outside.
Personally, Angor preferred gulping down strong tea with a milk flavor to his heart's content. He felt exceptionally satisfied when licking away all the rich milk and residue of tea leaves from his lips, along with the lingering taste. 
Jon would joke about it, saying only kids love milk. To present his mature side in front of Jon, Angor only drank tea with bitterness and the taste of grass in it as long as there were people around him.
He tried the Morning Dew countless times as well. Bitter at first, sweet when savored afterward. There was nothing particular about it though. So why did Count Eton ask brother about it? Was he really doubting the origin of the seedlings like Teacher mentioned?
Angor thought about this for a while without reaching any answer, so he just gave up and turned to some files that were collected in his teacher's bookshelf.
Most of the files were about knowledge of the Goldspink Empire and the surrounding nations. They included languages, cultures, history, characters, medicine, astrology and so on.
Angor finished an epic about a heroic warrior on the sea. Jon had left a comment under the book: Refined language, organized content, but far too many words of praise which could not be used to speculate possible historical facts. This can be a supplement to the historical materials of the Heylan Imperials.
Jon preferred research on physical data and biological forms in his early years. But later, he discovered that the physical constants represented by certain data did not obey the movement of the earth. This was when he finally realized the distinctiveness of this world. In his recent years, he focused more on organizing and researching literary historical data instead.
There seemed to be no historian or similar posts in Goldspink Empire or the surrounding nations, thus the historical data arranged by Jon over the decade was one of a kind.
Angor was also very much interested in the newly arranged data, so he was greatly focused when reading it.
After finishing the history book, Angor saw the tip of the next parchment, with Jon's comment written in Hanzi:
[Most residents in this world are unlettered, and it seems there's no universal knowledge yet. People in ancient China already knew the concept of round sky and square earth when addressing the macro environment they live in. It was incorrect, but it was a basic understanding about their planet. However, people in this world are only aware of their nations and countries, without the knowledge of anything beyond. I hope I can find the name of this world in some other files… Or give it a name, if I can't find one.]
After that, Jon started writing about the universal senses of worth of the people in this world.
As a local, Angor knew well about this data, so he rushed through it and grabbed another parchment.
A Guide to the Applicability of Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine in this World, completely written in Chinese Hanzi. Perhaps Jon and Angor were the only ones that could understand it in this entire world.
Dusk arrived unknowingly. The servant already lit a fire in the fireplace. Another gentle evening filled with warm firelight, cricket buzzes and the calls of crows from outside.
Looking in another direction, on the plains not far from Grue Town, rows of temporary tents sat around bright campfires. One giant, beautifully decorated black tent with golden edges in the center was exceptionally eye-catching, like a moon protected by a swarm of stars.
This place was a temporary camp for Eton Morn, although that black tent was not Eton's. 
Cold wind in the Month of the Freezing Earth howled. Without trees, the armored knights could not suppress their trembling. Count Eton noticed this and ordered a pair of garrison knights to patrol, while letting everyone else rest near the campfire.
When everything was settled, Count Eton slowly walked into the elegant black tent. The moment he entered it, he replaced his stern expression when giving orders with a look of respect and ingratiation.
There weren't many decorations inside the tent, though everything carried a trace of wonder. An old man wearing black robe and white beard sat in a corner, quickly writing something. A crystal ball was ominously floating beside him.
There seemed to be shifting mist inside the crystal ball. The old man would check it every now and then, before returning to his writing. Eton looked at the crystal ball only to feel faint all of a sudden, so he quickly looked away. 
"You found the Morning Dew?" A deep, hoarse voice came from the old man.
With a hint of fear, Eton told him about the conversation between himself and Leon Padt today, to the last detail.
"Oh?" The old man put down his quill and blew the crimson-colored ink on the paper dry. "So he didn't know about the Morning Dew, but his expression shifted when he saw the wooden box? Maybe there's something about the crafter of the box. Or rather, he or she is a Caster, too."
Eton carefully glanced at the patterns drawn on the paper. The crimson streaks formed waves, with strange lines and symbols intertwined within. His eyes instantly felt sore.
"The magic formula on this scroll is called 'Surging Waves'. It will help your battle against Heylan." The old man paused a little. "It's a pity that you aren't a talented one, otherwise I could take you away from the Old Earth using this chance."
Eton's expression fell dark, "Father, I'm okay if you just take brother Alan and sister. As for me, I can stay with the family."
The old man sighed in frustration. As he recalled his two grandsons, his expression became soft again. "The talent of wizardry is extremely rare throughout history. People couldn't find a single one among tens of thousands of people in some places. It's already god's blessing for our family to witness two talents in succession. Alan and Aleen are my grandson and granddaughter, so of course I'll look after them as best as I can.
"Too bad my talent is not outstanding. Soon, I'll have to rely on them." With that, the old man turned his gaze back onto the wooden box on the desk.
"Interesting carvings, but I sense no magical traces. It's probably just an ordinary craftsman." The old man shook his head. It was impossible to find a Caster on the Old Earth. Even element waves were completely constrained here. Occultist Wizards and Bloodline Wizards who did not rely on elements could not find any materials they needed here. This land was forsaken after all.
"Since that Leon wouldn't speak the truth, I'll make him." Eton bowed with one fist folded against the other hand and a trace of cruelty in his eyes. "Nothing is more important than father's breakthrough. I'll ask Mahl to take two rider formations and burn the Padt Manor to the ground tonight!" 
The old man didn't reply, which meant he silently agreed. He was a White Wizard, someone who would not slaughter ordinary folks for no reason. However, as this was about his own breakthrough, some bloodshed wouldn't hurt. Besides, the "White Wizards are good wizards" statement was a joke - White Wizards and Black Wizards had different standings only because of the different natures of the spells they wielded. They were the same when it came to the ideas of human value. They both tended to avoid unnecessary killing, though.
After discussing some matters after Alan and Aleen left, Eton bid farewell to his father and prepared to leave.
This was when the Knight Commander Mahl came and knelt in front of the tent, seeking an audience.
"Report for the Count. Just a while ago, Viscount Leon of the Padt Manor sent a messenger here, offering a letter of invitation."


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

Lucas was accompanying Belle in the dining room, sitting next to her when Barron came hopping quickly by walking down the stairs and then reaching the room to say,
"What happened to Baltimore?" asked Barron. 
"Why?" asked Lucas.
"He speaks but I cannot hear a word from him. It is like he's on mute and he's playing the game of a mime," said the rabbit, climbing up the chair and then on the table to pick what he liked to eat it, "Though I don't mind because he's much easier to hang around, it is the other one I am worried about. He keeps talking to me even though I haven't spoken a word to him."
"He's taken an interest in you," stated Lucas for the rabbit to snap his head towards Lucas.
"Please, do not let that happen. He's is clingy as fuck. What did you do to him that he wants to be attached to your hip?" demanded Barron. 
"Nothing," came the short answer that had both Belle and Barron give out suspicious look at him, "Before he turned to be a Grim reaper I was the one who took his soul from the realm of the living."
Barron's bunny ears stood straight on his head, "Did he turn smitten?"
"He adores Lucas," Belle was the one who spoke, her fork moving on her plate, "Guilt was the perfect definition of what a Grim reaper was supposed to be. Cold, merciless, taking lives when the Hawverts commanded so that there could be order and balance. Greed followed Lucas everywhere he went. It was what he believed he wanted to be but seeing what he believed changing and according to him crumbling with the influence…" her voice trailed.
"If I didn't know he was worshipping you, I would have thought he is in love with you," confessed Barron, shaking his head, "But then I wondered what the Hawverts would say if they found that kind of information. What punishment would one be bestowed with?" 
"What are we going to do with the two Grims?" Belle finally questioned, "Are we really going to collect them all?" 
"No, just these two troublemakers who have been working with the black witches," answered Lucas to fill up the glass with wine in it. With their lack of movements, the black witches were on their own right now. The clock right now was ticking and they would have to wait for the needle to strike right, "I saw the first star today."
"Did you check how much more time she has?" asked Belle. 
"Seven weeks," hearing Lucas' answer, she realized it wasn't too far. Seven weeks would pass just like that. It was close to one and a half month. 
Now that Belle had retrieved the spellbook from the fireplace which she must have burned it a long time ago, she could finally make use of it. 
Once she was done eating, and they went up to the room, Lucas asked, "I need to see your hands," and it made Belle wonder what it was about but she gave her hand to him. With her sleeves that stopped right above her arm which was loose, his eyes scanned for any black or discoloured patches on her skin but he could find none of it. 
"What are you looking for?" 
"Signs of you turning to a black witch that there was some rebound when you tapped into the forbidden magic. There are no marks on your skin, nor your eyes," he said before his eyes shifted to look at her, "I think you are at an advantage. Being part of the dead, the ability I mean."
"I don't mind if I am dead if I get to stay with you forever," answered Belle without a hitch in her mind and he looked into her eyes. They were seated in her room with the door closed and on the bed, talking to each other on what had happened in the mansion as well as what Lucas had found out in the council.
"You've always been like this," he murmured to her, "Our past was nothing different to what we have right now with some minor changes." 
Somewhere deep down in the corner or back of her mind she was anxious that history would repeat and they would have to wait for a few more decades or centuries to meet each other. Finding each other to chase and pursue and fall in love with each other before whatever test awaited in front of them. 
"Was it something that I said that made you sad?" asked Lucas, his hands holding hers. He squeezed her hands in his and she shook her head. A soft smile appearing on her lips. 
"No, it wasn't," she answered him, "This time should be different right?"
"Not every history has the same facts, Belle. People might be the same. The setting can be the same, but it is us who cause the ripples who change history," he assured her after sensing her worry in her heart, "I won't let anything happen to you this time and like you said earlier, you are not that white witch anymore. You are a witch and a vampire at the same time, an overlapping of life abilities which has never happened before. As time goes you might not need me."
Belle shook her head immediately, "I will always want you."
Lucas smiled at the way Belle let out her feelings without holding it back. There was nothing guarding her and her heart was much free that had been chasing him since the beginning of the time.
"Of course," he answered her, "I will always be at your service, Miss Belle. Do not worry, if you're lost I will always find you."
When she looked into his black, soulless looking eyes that often lacked emotions had something in them, and somewhere she could feel it around her. 
Lucas letting go one of her hands brought it to her face, to trace the side before pulling her close as he leaned forward to plant his lips on hers. 


Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. 

She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. 

Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. 

A DEAD BODY!

Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" 

Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here.

"Gardening."

"And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief.

"Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?!

She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile.

Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~


Unlike with The Transfiguration exam when he finished first, Evan was the last to hand in the paper in the History of Magic exam. 
He wrote for two hours and a half. At the end of the day, the young wizards in the whole class stared at him, stunned. Even Professor Cuthbert Binns was very surprised. 
They didn't know how Evan could write so much, which was beyond imagination. 
He could have finished the whole exam within an hour, but the last essay question on Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century aroused Evan's interest. 
He discussed this with Harry back in the last summer vacation.
Recent studies of magic handed down from the Middle Ages had given him a deeper understanding of this aspect.
Generally speaking, the wizard community generally believed that Witch Burning was pointless. 
Muggles were particularly afraid of magic and witchcraft in Medieval times.
But they were not very good at recognizing magic. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever.
The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flame Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than forty-seven times in various disguises.
These facts were quoted word for word from 'A History of Magic', written by the magical historian Bathilda Bagshot, and also represented the views of the vast majority of people. 
As long as this content was written on the test paper, Evan would get full marks. 
However, through recent research, he believed that Bagshot 's argument was very one-sided. 
The witch-hunt behaviour dominated by the Vatican was not as simple as the magic world now imagined. Evan thought it was a conspiracy.
After the fall of the Western Roman Empire, the whole of Europe entered the darkest Middle Ages. 
Humanity had declined, morality had collapsed, productivity was developing slowly, and Muggles' fear of the unknown and fear of witchcraft had reached its peak in history.
The old sacred empire was divided into many countries, and the magic power was also divided. A lot of heretical magic about ancient warlocks and wizards was spread in Europe.
Perennial melee between Muggles also allowed magic, especially black magic, to develop rapidly. Among them, the demon spells that explored the eternal life or summoned dead spirits used by the newly emerging Dark wizards led by the traditional Vatican wizards were the fastest growing. 
According to the clues that had been preserved, these two kinds of magic had in common that they required a large number of human souls or corpses as the basis for casting. 
Especially the souls and corpses of underage women, they were the best casting materials. 
As mentioned before, in this case, the outbreak of Witch Hunting did not actually lead to the deaths of many real witches, but Muggle women were the ones to suffer extensive persecution.
The campaign lasted for hundreds of years and eventually evolved into a terrorist act. Many Muggle girls were dubbed as witches, and were sent to religious trial courts. 
They were executed, but their souls and corpses were secretly collected by Dark wizards. 
Ironically, out-of-control witch-hunting action couldn't harm the real adult wizards, but it had destroyed the underage wizards who had just awakened their strength. Many Muggle-born children were brutally murdered by their relatives just after they showed their magical talents. Muggles called it the Power of the Devil. 
This had led to the number of these wizards decreasing with time, and eventually to their demise.
More and more ancient wizarding schools had become extinct because they could not find suitable Heirs. The powerful magic of the ancient times was being turned into ashes little by little. 
The magic world was becoming more and more depressed, and the status of the pure blood wizard family was getting higher and higher. Three hundred years after the outbreak of Witch Hunting, with the rise of colonialism and the introduction of mysterious witchcraft in the New World and the East, this terrorist act gradually ceased.
The International Statute of Secrecy, which was signed in 1689, was regarded as an important milestone in the development of the magic world. Necromancy and demonic black magic were re-tabooed and could not be studied. All magic books were destroyed and wizards went completely into hiding
They were no longer involved in the Muggle war, but had developed on their own to this day.
Because the exam time was limited, Evan could only sketch out his own research results, and couldn't carry them out one by one.  And still, his answer shocked everyone. 
In any case, this was a study of the history of magic that was enough to shake the entirety magic world. 
If it weren't for the taboo nature of the subject of black magic, Evan could even provide his own proof for the evolution of hundreds of black magic spells.
Even so, Professor Binns was stunned for a long time after he saw Evan's paper.
Too excited, his translucent ghost body became obviously pale red. 
Other young wizards looked sideways to see what Evan had written on the test paper, which could actually make Professor Binns so gaffe. 
Because of its great research value, Evan finally got 120 points in the history of magic exam, and the extra points were awarded by Professor Binns. This new record in Hogwarts was to become the hottest topic in the castle.
Of course, that was all to occur later. Evan was walking with Colin to the Great Hall. 
Unlike before, the third years were now all in high spirits and looked very excited. 
Hermione's previous prediction was very accurate, and Professor Flitwick did indeed test the third years on Cheering Charms. 
Evan didn't see Harry and Ron. Hermione told him that it was because Harry slightly overdid his out of nerves, and Ron ended up in fits of hysterical laughter. Professor Flitwick had to lead him away to his office and let him calm down before he was ready to perform the charm himself. 
Halfway through lunch, Harry and Ron were able to get to the Great Hall. 
They looked very haggard, not looking like they've been subject to the Cheering Charm at all.
"Very bad!" Ron shook his head and said, "Maybe laughing took too much of my energy. Maybe I was too nervous to cast spells. In short, my Cheering Charm didn't work. Harry just pretended to be Happy, Professor Flitwick clearly saw through it." 
"Don't take it to heart, this magic is very difficult." Harry said weakly, "I did feel happy at the time, but it was not that strong." 
Harry's statement was not convincing. He didn't look happy at all at the moment. 
"I told you before that when you cast a spell, your wand waved in the wrong direction!" Hermione looked at Ron and said, "Obviously, you didn't listen to me." 
"But when I used this Charm before, it all came into effect. I thought…"
"You should be thankful that Professor Flitwick won't give you zero points." Hermione took out the Potions textbook and said sharply, "But if you do this again on the Potions exam tomorrow, I'm sure Snape would never let it pass."

Disclaimer I did not create or own this novel I have helped smooth out some of the translation but this story was created by 喵星人家的汪

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