Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

Chapter 2

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turned into a blade, slicing through Eve's thin cloak and biting into her sweat-soaked skin. He

nce. The guards would com

urned thirteen, the first time her fingers closed around the hilt of "Rebellion." The blade had hummed in her grip, a jo

less sprint. Ten steps. Fifteen. Twenty. The holy pressure clamped down on her, try

eplaced by shocked murmurs. Maybe she was going

f hope swelled

t out a wailing shriek. It was a sound of absolut

he stairs. It rolled down the stone steps, crackling with r

t her body was already past its limit. Her muscles l

puppet cut from its strings. She tumbled down the hard stone stairs, her limbs flopping at unnatural angles. Agony exploded everywhere-a

mixing with the sickening thud

ous thought wasn't of the pain, but of a sharp, piercing betrayal. Rebellion? she screamed in the silence of

ss faded in

demned criminal. Touching her was bad luck, maybe even treason. A few people r

helpe

he tension coiled in his massive frame. He watched the crumpled, bloody figure at the bottom of the stairs. The bla

of her, and shook their heads. They waved off the crowd, declari

and the darkness th

oved like a ghost. He crossed the distance to her, kneeling in the pool of her blood. He reached out

ir touched his fing

gone. He slid one arm under her shattered knees and the other behind her back. He lifted her with

s back on the Holy Stairs, and walked toward the dilapid

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Bound To The Silent Laborer's Bed

Luo Jiuyuan Fantasy

“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.”