Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

Author: Luo Jiuyuan

Chapter 1

Word Count: 886 | Released on: Today at 15:18

the sky, a thousand steps of white stone leading up to the Order's sanctuary. At the very top, catching the harsh afternoon s

veins was cut, leaving behind a hollow, ringing void in her chest. She was just

en genius," someone

ir eyes darting over her ragged cloak and bruised ar

hat tasted like dust and failure, and sl

led her, shoving her backward. Her boots scraped against the dirt, trying to find purchase, but the force was absolute

d through the cr

th so hard her jaw ached. She pushed herself up, her thighs trembl

d. She crashed onto the stone plaza, the impact driving the air from her lungs. Her elbow split open, and wa

" a servan

ter Bernardo Rowe flashed in her mind-those cold, calculating eyes staring down at her from the judgment seat, declaring her ex

just a weak, fleshy thi

wed to sleep in the ditches at the foot of the mountain. She charged again. Five steps. Eight. Ten. Each step felt

e steps flared

he force grabbed her and threw her down the stairs like a ragdoll. She hit the ground hard, her vision going black at the edges. S

prickle on the back of her

me impossibly large and still. Cato Sims. She had seen him around the fortress, a quiet shadow that swept floors an

y. No mockery. Just a heavy, unrea

unding in her head made it hard. He didn't look away. He stood there like a statue carved from

r like that? Like she was a specimen on a slab. She tried to glare him down

t laborer. It didn't matter who was watching. All that mattered was the sword at the top of th

, the screams of her squad, the icy agony in her chest. She couldn't re

p of the stairs and prepared to run again. Out of the corner of her eye,

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“I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade. But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad. Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal. Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion." Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps. My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood. The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt. I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served. But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows. He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden. I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal. When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body. "The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it." Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.”