Light Novels

 I'm sorry guys. I can't keep my word to update this every day. It's me against the world now. It's summer vacation and I'm too busy I'll probably die if I still translate idk. I'll try to translate when school comes so hope my professors are kind enough to not give me much schoolwork coz if they do, I'll cry they die. I'm currently writing this while procrastinating on writing something I had to write for club work. Thank you.

“I don't think I can quite match your consistency. Hasn’t your penchant for murder remained steadfast from then until now? Who would have guessed that a guest would meet their end on Christmas Eve? Chief, did you come to interrogate this friend, or are you here to protect him as a fellow comrade-in-arms, as you always do?” Was it a misunderstanding—or perhaps wounded pride—that drove Knoxus to attempt my demise alongside the hotel incident? Assad, not the Chief, responded to Knoxus’s rare openly picking on Benya. “Your tongue seemingly itches when a day passes and you haven't picked a fight.” “What fight? Isn’t it natural to suspect the host first when a noble is murdered during a hotel reception? Especially if the host has a strained relationship with the victim. I heard he didn’t even make an appearance during the reception. So where was he, and what was he up to?” “Prince Serpente is far too elegant to resort to bottle-based killings.” Assad’s tone wavered between jest and s...

I turned carefully, enfolding him in my arms, and settled onto the altar. Benya followed suit, as if collapsing, and I pressed a tight kiss to the crown of his head. After a moment of shared silence, Benya—his face buried in my chest—slowly raised his head. The crimson hues of sunset painted his light blue eyes, framed by his long lashes. His hand reached up, intending to brush away the hair covering my ear. But I anticipated his move and swiftly pulled my hair aside. “Do not do that.” “...” “It’s not that unsightly, but I don’t want you to see it.” I snapped playfully and smiled casually. I’d already put him through enough. He’d borne pain on my behalf, feeling what I couldn’t. To say I glimpsed eternity in his eyes, even as they shed blood-tinged tears, would be the height of selfishness. Even if I were to vanish into another world or if our paths never crossed again, asking him to forget me felt like an audacious request. Benya pursed his lips, and a cracked whisper escaped him. “Yo...

The restaurant hummed with New Year’s Eve excitement—the kind that draws crowds, eager for celebration. A line of hungry patrons snaked outside, craving a taste of festivity. But for us, there was no waiting. We were whisked straight to the balcony seats, the same breathtaking view stretching before us. Ah, Serpente—may it thrive forever! My stomach gnawed at me; I hadn’t eaten since waking up. Oh, the hunger pangs! Our Young Master sat there, barely touching his food, while I attacked the caviar-topped canapés, turtle soup, and crab dishes with gusto. Culinary joy threatened to spill into tears. His gaze, usually sharp and focused, now seemed distant and gloomy. “Wow, I was really, really hungry,” I exclaimed. “…” “But why aren’t you eating? No appetite?” I prodded. “… no.” “This is amazing. Watch—I’ll crack this crab open.” Even in my current state, I remained the Queen of Poisonous Snakes! Hehe, destroy! And so, I wielded my fork, extracting crab meat with ruthless precision. The ot...

𝕍𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝟙𝟚: 𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕙 “Woof woof woof!” The snow-blanketed landscape of Serpente Estate, which I hadn’t laid eyes on in nine years, resembled a white fairy kingdom. Wendy, her golden fur dusted with powdery snow, darted in every direction, inviting me to join her playful romp. But my head still spun from the late awakening. It had been ages since I slept in this late. Perhaps I should have ordered a brunch instead of the usual breakfast. Even Jose had taken a vacation, leaving me to forgo dinner at home. “Miss Sasha? Feeling better?” Mr. Pavel’s grumbling voice interrupted my thoughts. “Good morning, Mr. Pavel. After a long rest, I’m fine. Didn’t you take a break while Oppa was away?” He sighed. “Holidays and breaks don’t feature prominently in my memories from working here. I have nowhere else to go, you see…” Mr. Pavel’s gaze shifted, focusing on my face—specifically the right side. My hair hadn’t concealed it as well as I’d thought. I chuckled, covering o...