Samsara and Haku will face countless trials to the road of supremacy.  Beginning from the world of Naruto to cultivation world, nobody will stop their rises
All manga/anime/novels world that I will use are not mine.
The book cover is not mine, if it's yours tell me and I will remove it

First world Naruto
Second world One piece
Third world Tales of Demons and Gods
Fourth world Fairy tail
Fifth world Bleach
Sixth world Dragon ball
Seven worlds : BTTH , ATG , WDQK, Martial world, The Great Ruler

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"Mana" the tailor journeys the perilous world together with an overgrown human-sized fairy named Hina in order to tell everyone of his great deed: Killing 7 with one stroke of a cloth piece. He fights giants, ogres, trolls, dragons; Kisses dead and sleeping princesses; saves little children from wolves and witches and many more.

Based on the German fairy tales collected by the Grimm Brothers.

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"You see, I'm his fairy Godmother."
"_"
.
Everyone rolled their eyes at the mysterious man when they heard his so-called identity.
Who within the Pyno continent didn't know the story of Cinderella?
2 years ago when merchants started bringing in things from Baymard like crazy, the storybooks like Cinderella and Snow White were one of the first works of art to hit the Pyno continent.
Storytellers in high established bars and even those who told their tales on the streets all echoed out these Baymardian tales for their illiterate or unlearned guests.
And one could imagine that they made quite a fortune from it all.
Because even if someone was just a passerby, after listening to one tale, they usually got hooked and ended up sitting on the floor to listen to more tales from the storyteller.
And those who sat had to drop any amount of coins that they were willing to spare into a bowl if tgey wanted to continue listening.
Of course, storytellers who typically told their tales in high-end bars were also paid generously as well since they managed to pull in customers and keep them ordering and drinking more than they usually would. 
Additionally, actors performed plays on these Baymardian tales.
And even street performers gathered small children around a small box to act out the drama with sock puppets.
For sure, villagers weren't exempt from listening to these tales, as those who had to trade their goods in the nearby towns or cities soon got to hear of these Baymardian tales.
Empires also focused their attention on these stories and regarded them as wonderful books of literature and poetry.... especially the story of Romeo & Juliet.
And now, the upper echelons would belittle those who didn't even know such 'common' stories.
Women would gather around for tea parties and get a cultured storyteller to properly tell the tale.
Of course they would read it privately at their convenience, but at times it was more fun listening to them in groups.
And the funny thing was that these tales from Baymard seemed to never end.
Be it Grim adventure tales or even tales of Zeus and the Gods, there were just so many stories that kept many people fascinated.
Nonetheless, Cinderella was one of the first Baymardian books to hit the Pyno continent.
So it definitely intrigued the interest of the masses.
Even the kings and princes of several empires read it too, as well as studied how the nature of the book.
Of course, they were more concerned with how the pages and cover covers were made.
And what ink had they used in writing it?
The whole thing was revolutionary!
At that time, they read as much as they could because for them, it was better to know everything about this newly growing empire that seemed to produce several magical items. 
So with all that said, how could the men within the arena not know Cinderella's tale?
.
They rolled their eyes at the mysterious youth below and didn't for one minute believe his identity.
If he was a Fairy Godmother, then where were his wand and wings?
Please!
Who was he trying to fool?
But then again, maybe he was.
After all, he created pink smoke out of thin air and killed the bagwers within the smoke.
Nonetheless, some of them didn't believe that he just appeared in the arena like a fairy.
Nope! 
3 minutes was a lot of time for someone to jump down from the audience and assist the prisoners below.
In fact, they felt like the prisoners were in it as well.
Of course, everyone had their own crazy ideas locked up in their heads as they gazed at the so-called fairy Godmother who nonchalantly stood in the arena calmly.
Their Commander looked at the mysterious youth and scuffed.
"Boy!
Do you take us for fools?
Look around you!
Do you think that you'll be able to get out of here alive without our mercy?
I'll give you a chance to survive if you answer me truthfully.
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" The commander bellowed out angrily.
And instantly, the entire place fell into silence.
.
Silence!
Everyone's ears were perked up like that of a fox', as they truly wanted to know the real identity of the man below.
Even the prisoners themselves were curiously waiting for the youth's response too.
Henry didn't for one minute think that the youth was his Fairy Godmother.
If it were true, then why did he live such a miserable life till now?
The mysterious youth, AKA Landon, just looked up and smiled.
"Who am I?
Of course, I'm his Fairy Godmother!
But just to convince you all a bit more, let me all tell you a brief tale.
You see, far away, there was a magnificent kingdom called the Fairy Kingdom.
And this fairy Godmother was one of the inhabitants of that kingdom.
As a dutiful citizen, this fairy Godmother has been working hard all day long without rest.
The fairy Godmother ran up and down the fairy kingdom doing its best to better the kingdom in the long run.
So after a day of hard work, this Fairy Godmother thought that it would be rewarded with a good night's rest.
But who would've thought that its boss would heartlessly out more work on him?" As Landon spoke, his expression flipped 180 degrees over when he thought of how he had dragged his aching body all the way here.
Luckily, he had gotten an energy-boosting and muscle relaxing pill from the system.
So now he was much better.
Still, he was just annoyed that the system would just send him on missions without considering his feelings.
All he was saying was that the system would have told him a long time ago that Henry had been captured, so that he would've freed the guy while they were still on route to this base.
By then rather than fighting an entire base, would've he have fought a fewer number?
He felt like the system just lived to see him suffer a bit.
And that was just too annoying.
.
"In the end, this faith Godmother heard the cry of its child and decided to come to its aid.
So you see, I'm his fairy Godmother."
--silence-- 
The commander's lips quivered in rage as he looked at the snotty-nosed brat below.
"Good! Good! Good Mr. Fairy Godmother.
Since you've come to his aid, then I take it that you're one of them?"
"Of course!
What are you, stupid?"
'Bam!'
The commander hit his stony-slab before him and quickly stood up while pointing at Landon angrily.
"Good!
Since you want to die so much, then I'll grant your wish happily.
Men!
Get him.
Get that Fairy Godmother Now!!"


Author here; Please make sure to check out my other book!
Thank you all for tuning in..... English is my second language... so I promise to try my best.
Again, the first few chapters may seem slow, but trust me, everything will fall into place. there's a reason for everything.
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Well, now back to the synopsis....
Er-erhmm. 
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Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

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Author-san: the book is a bit fast paced. But it be really be worth it. so just give it a try and you might be surprised.

"Master!" a voice calls. My eyes reluctantly open, heavy with a brief intermission into the dark. "Master Anima Diggory!" 
"Yes, Cyril?" the words come out dry and gravelly. I drink from my waterskin.
"We have arrived, master."
"In Yarim?" I asked, doubtfully. It had not been long since we set out for the ancient city. It was my only hope to be cured of the dreadful disease that had infected me; and the trip was not without its difficulties as we almost died twice, from bandits and orcs. However, it was much better than being burned alive—a solution proposed by my father ("It's easier and cost-effective,") which was, thankfully, vetoed by Luna, one of my sisters, who hurried me in leaving for Yarim lest my Father carries on with his plans. 
"Yes, my Lord," he said. I step out of the carriage; the pain in my abdomen burns as it did three years ago. I was sixteen now, of age to leave Livila and the manor, and brave the world. I remember my father's words No pride in that pathetic body of yours. My knuckles tighten. My jaw tenses. The burning grows hotter. 
"Cyril."
"Yes, my Lord."
"You," I paused and take a deep breath, "are now permitted to return to the palace."
"But, my Lord—"
"Cyril," I said, hoping to sound as authoritative as my father. I do not think I succeeded. Still I continued. "My father does not care if I come back—in fact, he wishes for me not to come back anymore and I would be doing him a favor. As for my sister, tell her that…" I stagger. I did not know what to say. She was one of the only people who has treated me like I mattered. Like I was a person. Why must I leave her like this? I paused for a moment, leaves I had not noticed earlier fell around me, muted oranges and yellows. I find resolve. "Tell her that her brother is going on a journey and that he will return soon. And thank her. Tell her I love her."
"Master!" the young man cried out. "I will not be forgiven by the other servants and your brothers if I let you go."
"Then I shall give you my blessing," 
He bowed his head. "My Lord, I am not wor—"
"Hush, Cyril, no more words." I walk up to him and draw the Diggory clan's mark: the letter D cut vertically. He kneels, puts his hand on his heart. "You are now my retainer, Cyril of Livila. Promise me that you will obey my every order." Yes. "Promise me that you will seek to preserve my own honor and the honor of the Diggory clan." Yes. "Promise me that you will serve only I until death." Yes. "Stand up." The young man stood. He was shorter than me and it had just struck that I had made a young boy my servant. But as it stood, this was the greatest protection I could have given to him. 
"Go, now, take care." I said after gathering the little equipment I had inside the carriage. The retainer salutes me, a hand to the heart, and rides the carriage, its wooden frame boisterously travelling the rough and craggy path we had just travelled. The sun fell the same color as the leaves: muted orange and yellow and the silhouette of my retainer fell out of view. 
I carry on, to Yarim. The city that has long been the focus of myths and folktales. It housed an ancient medicine said to cure each and every disease that has ever existed, some say. It houses demons and ghouls and demented people that become ghouls and monsters at night, other say. Some have travelled, most say, and have never returned. My father had long been an avid disbeliever of myths and folktales ("That's why you can't grow up properly; you fill your heads with fairy tales.") and scolded me if I ever dared mention one in front of him. Now, my life depended on that fairy tale. 
However, when I saw the city, not once did the image of a fairy tale come to mind. It was gloomy and decadent, the grim edges of the buildings that blew smog that sutured into the dark sky. Moonlight above was swallowed by clouds of darkness were as worthless as trinkles. Below, the same craggy path we entered was now a worn-out pavement that entered the city that sprawled with the unknown. 
I pussyfooted down the road and set foot inside: Turrets, towers, smog, faded lamps loomed ahead, harboring a countenance just as grim as the outside, which I had hoped was not the case. The streets were emptier than my father's heart and seemed to house cannibals that would spring forth, knife in hand, and try to kill me. 
Dimmed lights appeared on both sides, a welcome companion in the shadows that Yarim sprawled with. I peered inside houses, no figure coming into view. One: a building with three arches at the base. Just wooden furniture and teacups. Two: four arches at the base. No luck again. Three. Empty again. Four. The same. I did not try for a five as I knew when to give up; I plodded around, searching for anything that looked remotely close to a clinic when my abdomen scorched. 
It was worse than anything I had ever experienced. It felt like being stabbed with a piping hot blade over and over again. Intense was an understatement. It seemed to drag my soul farther and farther down, into the Nether. The world went hazy, streets filled with moans, and a silhouette walked into view. Thank God, I thought that moment.
I leaned on the cold bricks once again and approached the man. He was only a few feet away when his face was illuminated by one of the gas lamps. In that instant narrow cut of light, a face that belonged to the stories and nightmares of my childhood. Its eyes swam in a bloody red, skin a sinewy sallow green that were covered in linen pads. I froze. I could not move. The pain grew stronger. This was it, I thought. This was how I was going to die. I closed my eyes, hoping to die as the ghoul approached but a voice called, "Hey, Beardsplitter!" 
I heard the unmistakable slice of a blade and guttural whimpering. Still, I closed my eyes. Tighter. So I wouldn't have to see anything. Curiosity won over and a stout, wild-looking man stood in front of me. His eyes were narrowed at me, contempt painted on his face, "Kid, why are you here?" 
You don't belong here was all I heard from him. I have gotten used to implications as my father was one who did not speak directly when visitors arrived, his scoldings often used that I have perfected reading in into a situation, perhaps too much sometimes. My abdomen scorched still, my nails digging into skin, "I come from outside. I come for the cure, sir."
"Cure, huh," the shaggy man repeated. He looked at the blade, now dripping purple liquid. "And why should the doctor cure you?"
I did not answer. I could not answer. All feeling in my legs were leaving and I mumbled something incomprehensible before I hit the ground. Only flashes of what happened were memorable: being carried by the wild-looking man, a princess with rubies for eyes, being laid on an uncomfortable and prickling pallet, a dark-skinned woman who wore a cleric's hat. No more. No less.

Anima Diggory, a talentless weakling of the Diggory Clan, is struck with an unknown disease. He travels to Yarim, an ancient city said to house a medical remedy that can cure any disease. However, things don't always go according to plan and Anima finds himself in a dreadful situation. Let the hunt begin!

Sihwa had only seen [Watermelon] once in the live broadcast room, but she hated his domineering look a lot. It was one thing to come into the live broadcast room and only look around without giving any gifts, but what right did he have to act as if he was a lifelong mentor and point fingers at her? She felt like her unlucky streak had begun as soon as she met the person with that ID. From then on, practically nothing went well!
When she saw the ID again, she wanted to pull him out from the screen to give him a beating, then strip him of his clothes and throw him in front of the shop to show the public… However, the anonymity of the Internet made it impossible for her to do that, so she could only glare at the screen angrily.
"The host's angry look is so pretty! I feel like I need to change to a 4K monitor to make it more convenient to lick the screen!"
"Tut-tut! Every expression can be used as a wallpaper…"
[This Old Man Is Unrestrained]: "Continue! Don't stop!" *gave a hairy crab and left a message.*
Sihwa originally wanted to continue being angry––to use her glare to make [Watermelon] scared––but when she saw someone sending presents, she instantly smiled brightly.
There were also people asking her what city she was in; they could not tell from her accent, as she spoke perfect Mandarin but had the occasional weird Korean words.
She still remembered the instructions that Zhang Zian gave: she should not expose what city she was in––and even more importantly, she should not expose her specific location. Otherwise, if the Live Broadcast Platform found out, they might close her account. She did not mind that, but the problem was that, after her account was closed, the money other people gave her could no longer be retrieved.
Sihwa did not really understand why people were willing to listen to her read out fairy tales, but the reason was simple: listening to a broadcaster read fairy tales and listening to a broadcaster sing were not that all that different. In essence, the viewers still looked at the face of the host and listened to their voice. It helped, too, if the host knew how to act cute. Although she did not know how to act cute, her face and her voice were at the level that would crush any competition.
She took up a fairy tale book and cleared her throat. "What kind of fairy tale do you all want to hear?"
"I only want to hear the host speak more. Anything is fine."
"To be honest, I want to hear a horror story. I'm currently at a rest stop on the highway, so I desperately need to lift my spirits up…"
"How about The Seven Heroes and Five Gallants?"
"I want to hear **Pure… F*ck! Why is ** censored?"
For a short time, the audience's opinion was divided, but out of what the audience suggested, practically none were fairy tales––or at least none were the fairy tales she had heard of before.
[Watermelon]: "Anchor, aren't you cosplaying a mermaid? Then just read The Little Mermaid."
Sihwa did not want to acknowledge [Watermelon]. She planned on scolding him as soon as she finished broadcasting, but quite a lot of the audience supported his suggestion.
"The Little Mermaid? What book is it in?" Sihwa flipped to the contents page of the fairy tale book she was holding, but could not find that name. After all, the book she was holding was a compilation of Grimm's Fairy Tales.
[killme]: "Is the anchor acting cute? Although I have never read the story before, at least I know to find it in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales."
[Split Second of Darkness]: "This fairy tale is quite famous, but I haven't read it before, either. I only saw the animated version by Disney, and I found it quite average."
[The Grim Reaper Is Here]: "Actually, the story itself is quite average. It's just a story about a prince and a princess, but the tragic ending is quite different from normal fairy tales."
[Sour Pineapple]: "Times have changed. Now it's no longer the prince and princess that's popular; what's popular is an overbearing CEO and a Mary Sue."
[Dragon Knight Yin Zhiping]: "I don't like Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales. All the fairy tales he writes are tragedies, like The Little Match Girl and The Little Mermaid. Why are books that are written for children written as tragedies?"
[Two Dogs]: "What the f*ck! The one who sent the bullet screen––you have the guts to say that? I saw the picture of you riding the dragon and I really wanted to tear the book at that moment!"
[Dragon Knight Yin Zhiping]: "Comical emoji!"
[Watermelon]: "Actually The Little Mermaid isn't considered a tragedy, right? I remembered that Andersen left this fairy tale open ended… He hinted that the mermaid had risen to the elfin world, which is much better than staying in the human realm with the prince and the greasy and crooked woman giving birth to a whole bunch of naughty kids, right?"
[Wind Maker]: "Haha, naughty kids must die!"
Sihwa noticed that particular bullet screen, even though it came from the ID she hated the most.
"Elfin world?" She became interested, and opened her mouth to ask, "What's with the elfin world?"
Most of the people in the live broadcast room were men, and even if they had read the fairy tale before, it did not leave a deep impression. For women, even if they had read it before, they were often more concerned with the mermaid's sad ending; they generally did not notice the 'elfin world.'
No one could answer her question, and the only person who seemed like they could answer, [Watermelon], became silent.
Horrible!
Sihwa had no other choice. She found Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, then found The Little Mermaid from the contents page. She flipped to the corresponding page.
"It's so long! And there are so many words I don't recognize!" She quickly skimmed through it. As if she felt discouraged, she wrinkled her brow; reading that fairy tale was going to be a really big challenge.
Of course, when she wrinkled her brow, many fans took a screenshot to remember the moment.
However, [Watermelon]'s words made her very interested, and she wanted to know what the 'elfin world' was. She saw that the audience's bullet screen mentioned that The Little Mermaid was a tale regarding a mermaid, which made her care about it even more. She did not see the ending of the Korean drama with the mermaid, but at least the fairy tale definitely had an ending, right?
"All right, then I'll start reading…" She cleared her throat once again, then began to read the story out. She talked slowly, as she stumbled over many words as she read. "In the faraway sea, the water was very blue, just like the most beautiful corn… flower petals…"
When she met words she did not know, she could only read them according to the Pinyin. She cared about the reactions of the audience, so she was not entirely focused. She would pronounce a word incorrectly from time to time, or she would entirely read the wrong word, which caused the audience to send bullet screens to vent about it.
However, it was precisely because she did not read well, and some of her mistakes were very outrageous that the story felt almost like a comedy. The most important thing was that she did not pronounce the words incorrectly on purpose, and her awkward and suffering expressions nicely incited the audience's desire to vent about her pronunciation. The bullet screen comments were very close together, and there were often people sending gifts.
Her timbre was beautiful––like the surging of clear spring water; like the dripping of water onto stones; like the rustling of tree leaves; and like the echoes of the tides––and her vocal range was shockingly large. No matter how picky a person was, they would not be able to find a problem with it.
Someone with that kind of voice and that kind of looks reading a fairy tale was enticing. She often made the audience members unable to control their smiles. Even if it was the morning with very little people watching live broadcasts, there were still a lot of people coming to her room from other live broadcast rooms.
She was unknowingly immersed in the fairy tale and did not notice that her number of fans was quickly increasing. As she was very concentrated, she got into the character of the female lead in the story. Although she often read words incorrectly, her voice already had emotions, unlike the emotionless and energy lacking voice she had at the start.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

I went quickly to my room. I didn't want my fresh idea to get lost somewhere in my head. I took a piece of paper and... went stupid. I know many Polish works, thanks to my memory I can rewrite them word for word, but what to choose is a problem.

First, "Teutonic Knights" by Henryk Sienkiewicz.

A wonderful book about the Polish-Teutonic War. The main character is a young knight. His love problems intertwine with intrigue and war. His fiancée is kidnapped and driven insane... lots of action, some humor, drama and patriotism. Bull's-eye.

It took me two weeks to write this... and I was more tired than after a month on horseback. It's good that I have a large desk, and Sveta can fit under it... The most important thing is the balance between work and relaxation.

When I finished writing... I called Kowalski, gave him a manuscript, exactly 620 pages with drawings, and ordered someone to be sent to Lviv to the printing house. I handed him money and a letter to the printing master. In which I explained to him what I wish for. The book must be printed in 100 copies, and each bound in calfskin. Embossed letters on the cover and spine of the book.

In the future, the author earns millions of publishing books... In 1623 publishing a book costs millions... maybe not exactly a million but over 2000 ducats. I'm not stingy, but this was the first time I had tears in my eyes when I had to pay.

The fact that I have a large income and wealth from my ancestors does not change that. In about 30 years, Hetman Sapieha will sell all his assets, even silver spoons, just to have money to fight the Swedes. With a rich man like Hetman Sapieha, I look like a poor relative.

It will take some time to print the book, I might as well write another one.

However, this time I will write something else, namely "Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales", I will have to change the title, some names, places but these are just details. I will also add a few fairy tales of a certain company with a rodent in the log.

Another two weeks passed. As always, I have Svete for relaxation. Sometimes she tells me about "our" daughter. I listen, I nod, sometimes I even say something wise. I don't think I have a paternal instinct in me.

I tell her the fairy tales I write, Sveta is in love with them. In a world where there are no movies, theaters or other entertainment. The stories are what gets everyone's attention.

And so, after two long weeks, "Jazłowieckie Fairy Tales" was born.

And I lost 2,000 ducats again... fucking culture.

In May 1623 I received "my" first work. Beautiful cover with embossed letters... and weight about 3 kg. I understand that literature can be hard, but it could be used to hammer nails.

Of course, I checked each copy and I had nothing to complain about. As Amazon will only be operating in about 400 years. I had to reach people differently. One hundred copies is not a lot. You have to choose who to send them to.

Certainly the King and the Grand Marshal of the Crown and to the widow of Hetman Żółkiewski. Certainly to a few magnates and senators, or rather their wives. Jagiellonian University and Vilnius University, two copies to each." Jazłowieckie Fairy Tales" will be sent to the same people and institutions.

I passed my orders to Kowalski, he to someone else, and the machine started moving.

On May 14, I got a letter that at the end of the month, Saddat would be back with a jasyr (slaves) and loot. He would be earlier, but he goes with the cars.

Finally some normal jobs, slaves, spoils. And not just sitting on your ass and flipping paper.

Commonwealth Crimson Age

http://wbnv.in/a/d3fmp47



They had been late for dinner and so Broge asked a kindly maid to bring Diana a tray into her room. Diana's new supplies were neatly arranged inside her wardrobe. She spread a few floor cusions on the balcony and sat there admiring the twin planets. Tomorrow would be her first day in a new school, in a new elven school, in a new elven school inside a freaking palace. 

How did I manage to get here? 

Again, she wished Alex were here to keep her company. I am here in case you wish to talk. 

Diana jumped. The boy's voice - she should stop referring to him as the boy - Silvanus's voice was so clear, it seemed like he was in the same room. She'd been happy since his mind had not butted into her consciousness the entire day. It seemed the link between their minds weakened with distance so she could not hear him all the way out in the city. She tried to keep her mental chatter polite, uncomfortably aware that he could hear all the thoughts that bounced inside her head. She reached out tentatively with her mind, unsure whether what she was doing was correct but suddenly she could hear his thoughts. They were nervous, uncomfortable - like a small puppy that expected a rebuff. Thank you but I'd prefer to go to bed now. 

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Sleep did not come as easily as last night. She tossed and turned thinking about the next day, then finally, she grabbed a small torch and slipped out of her room. She kept careful note of landmarks like paintings and engravings for fear of getting lost in the vast maze-like palace. An owl hooted in the distance .......... and an answering hoot sounded beside her. She swung her torch blindly till it shone on a large beautifully engraved barn owl. 

"Whoaa you have voices too?" 

The barn owl blinked once but did not hoot. Then it took off and turned to the right at the end of the corridor. "Heyyy!" Diana followed it to the corner and found herself facing a heavily engraved wooden door. She looked behind her shoulder - this was probably not a good idea, there might be rules against children wandering around the palace at night - but she wanted to know whether it was the marble owl that had answered the hoot. She opened the door and stepped into .......heaven. 

Books! 

Books as far as the eye could see. Aisles and aisles filled with books of all colours and sizes; shelves bursting with them. Diana passed by aisles labeled Astronomy, Alchemy, Matter, Mystic Arts, Music, .............. and then her torch stopped at 'Fairy tales.' She scanned the titles - some familiar ones jumped out. Cinderella.........Beauty and the Beast............oh they even have- 

"What are you searching for?" 

Diana almost jumped out of her skin at the deep voice of Cironir. She turned around, mortified at being caught by the Principal himself. "I'm sorry.........I-uh couldn't sleep so I......" 

To her surprise, he smiled. "Curiosity is not a sin, child. Though I would like you to know that children are not allowed to wander the palace after dark, so next time, you can come look for a book during the day." 

"Yes, Herdir-sorry, Herdante," she said relieved. Diana was not the rule-breaker type and even though she would be staying here only for a while, she didn't want to be anything but a model student. 

"You may call me 'Teacher.' 

"Yes, Teacher." 

"Good. Now what kind of books are you looking for? Hmmm Fairy tales?" He chuckled lightly. "Shouldn't you write your own life-story and read it then?" 

Diana had raised her eyebrows and smiled wryly at the poor joke. "Yeah, cause it would be a fairytale. Uh-Good one." 

"Forgive me. I am trying to be better at cracking jokes. I've often gotten the feedback that my jokes about the alchemist and the radat tails are ........not amusing." He smiled apologetically. 

"I want to know the original stories. Herdir Broge said something about Snow White." 

Cironir picked up a thick red and white coloured book and handed it to her. "Then you should read this." Diana examined the cover of the book. "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves..........talk about plagiarism, they didn't even change the name of the book. I hope you sued the Grimm brothers." 

"May I ask you something?" Cironir looked thoughtful. 

"Sure." 

"Now you know that you're a fairy. You have seen your birth-world today. I've watched incredulity on your face....... but not wonder. Don't human children wonder at fairytales?" 

Diana opened her mouth unsure of what to say. "Uh........ they do, they do." 

"They?" Cironir had caught the significant word. 

"It's....uh...... complicated." Diana sighed searching for a way to explain. "I've always liked fairy tales; Dad bought me all the storybooks. Well, minus the regressive parts, of course - the almighty prince come to save the damsel-in-distress. I liked them because of the beautiful visions they bring to mind. A simpler world where the greatest problems are solved by the wave of a magic wand. They're great places to visit ......... but they're not real. At least, they weren't to me. And now my mind is reeling because - turns out - fairy tales are real! Magic is real! How can something so completely illogical be real? 

Cironir listened to her rant, amused and thoughtful. "Child, let me ask you a question. What is magic?" 

"Uh.... uh........." Diana floundered. Hocus-pocus and abra-kadabra seemed like very childish answers at that point. 

"So you don't know what it is but you have branded it as illogical." Cironir smiled a light, knowing smile. 

"What do you call the greatest herald of progress on Earth?" 

Her answer was instant. "That's easy, 'Science.'" 

"And, in the beginning, what did the humans who did not understand science call it?" 

Diana raised an eyebrow. "You're trapping me, aren't you?" 

Cironir merely smiled bringing out the crinkles on the corner of his eyes. 

"They called it magic," conceded Diana. 

"Yes! For eons, magic has existed among us called by numerous different names. Essentially, magic is energy - in its purest, most ancient form. The energy that pulsates throughout the universe, breathing life into the engine of everything. We, the magical community, are those who have mastered the art of harnessing this energy using our minds. Humans have chosen to harness it via other matter." Cironir's eyes, lost in thought finally refocused on Diana. "Science is the medium of utilizing energy and magic is that energy - but both were called illogical by those who failed to understand." 

"Read it, child," Cironir gestured to the book in her hand, "and discover the wonder that you've not let yourself feel. Just because we understand something, we should not let the wonder of its existence go unappreciated." 

Cironir walked back till the end of the aisle, then turned around seeming to remember something. 

"Oh you want to know another name for magic? Some call it ...... God." 

**************************************** 

Diana laid on her belly under the soft covers, feet in the air and chin in her hands reading quickly. By the end of the book, she wanted to take back her earlier comment on plagiarism. The real story was nothing like the fairy tale she'd read. Unfortunately some of the Elvish words were not completely translated. Diana checked the glossary but it was for the English words. The book was one of those elven children read to improve their English. 

........ her face as white as snow, the fairy princess of the mountains was named Snow White........ And her step-mother, the Queen, ordered the huntsman to kill the fair Princess Snow and bring her heart as proof ........... The hunstman's dagger pierced the wild boar and thus he set the Princess free ........ "Reclaim your throne........" Hidden in the forest, in the home of the Original Seven, the Princess learned the tactics of warfare............ The persecuted elves took arms under the leadership of the fair Princess, following her into the worst civil war in the history of Earth...................... Seeing the failure of the army in sight, the Queen sent her last weapon, the sorcerer Rowan................ And as they met, the light of gold bathed the kingdom......... releasing Rowan from one spell as he fell under another........... For the Princess had found her Zareh ............... The wrath of the Zareh fell on the army .......... together, they cast a spell so bright, the Queen perished in the void of darkness ............ for love had united the Paire Cosantora .......... the most powerful spell of all.............. 

Human children could learn a thing or two from these fairy tales... Why were they changed.........Hmmm....... Maybe the Grimm brothers were afraid of being sued for plagiarism thought Diana sleepily as she snuggled deeper into her covers.

Being the best was normal for her. As effortless and easy as a breeze over still water. She'd successfully smoothed over the mishaps of her past in the minds of those around her to become the apple of their eyes. She created a perfect life through lies, deceit and a little help from her .................... abilities.

When Diana arrives at the magical city of Vorantia, everyone is afraid of her. Everyone except an elf with emerald green eyes. Why? What is her connection to this boy? Why can she hear what he thinks? Why can she feel what he feels?

As Diana is introduced into the world of magic, she discovers the secrets that this place holds. But some secrets are best left buried........

Her story is unfinished. Her tale untold. But then...... can a fairy tale be complete without a fairy?

********************EXCERPT*************************

He stared intently at her face for a moment and his eyes widened in sudden dread. "You-y-you're one of t-them??"

"One of who?"

"You're a s-spy!" The fear in his face now mingled with indignation. "Don't play games with me! I k-know who you're with! I - I - I'm not scared of you!"

"Look! I don't know where I am and I want to go home!"

"Gurgof!!" He spat. "You have the audacity to come here after what your people did to us! To me!" His tone seethed with bitterness. "Who else did you come to target? Who else will you take from me?"

"Relax, okay! I came here by mistake. Just tell me how to get home and I'll be gone." Diana put up her hands defensively, alarmed by the sudden change in the boy's demeanour.

There were angry tears in his vivid green eyes and his whole body shook with emotion.

"You will not go anywhere."

His voice was very faint.

"You will not succeed again."

His hands balled into fists.

"You will pay the price of their crime!" he screamed, before launching himself towards her.

The summer vacation passed quickly, and it came to the end of August in the blink of an eye, not far from the start of Hogwarts.

As for Albert, he stayed at home and continued fishing for a while.

Time waited for no one. 

In terms of magic, fumbling with time was never a good idea, just like a blind man who is holding a cane to explore the way, no one knows what's ahead.

Albert still knew a little about magic, even if he had read all the books.

He still maintained a pen pal relationship with Truman, one letter every three days.

The grades of this Hufflepuff student can only be regarded as mediocre. The knowledge in his head was emptied by Albert within a few days.

Truman thought that Albert might be assigned to Ravenclaw, because he showed great interest in the knowledge of magic, and he also regretted that.

Albert didn't care about the House he will be assigned to. Slytherin was an exception, after all, Muggle wizards were not welcomed there. Being a Muggle wizard himself, he probably wouldn't be able to enter Slytherin.

"Thank you, take a good rest," Albert touched the owl's head and put some food in the birdcage.

Albert was satisfied with this owl. After he repeatedly asked him not to, Shera never brought back any prey.

He believed that Daisy would dislike the thought of discovering dead meat while cleaning the room.

Shera gave a weary cry, she went into the birdcage to eat, soon she made herself ready to take a rest, completely ignoring Tom's fangs next to her.

"Stop causing trouble, Tom," Albert picked up the shorthair cat and went downstairs for breakfast.

Today, Herb was free at home. He recently liked the Daily Prophet and showed great interest in this dynamic newspaper.

Daisy would also get together to read the Daily Prophet, hoping to learn more about the magic world.
"For the morning, I specially made corn soup," Daisy smiled and served her son a big bowl of soup. She knew Albert liked this soup.

"So, I don't need to drink milk today, right?" Niya looked very happy, she disliked the idea of drinking milk every day.

"You will drink milk today as well," Daisy said as she put a glass of milk in front of her daughter.

"Has Albert learned new magic again?" Niya glanced at Milk and quietly changed the subject.

She learned this trick from Albert. The girl planned to pour the glass of milk into Tom's bowl the moment her mother was not paying attention.

"Niya," Daisy said as she appeared behind her daughter, with her hands on her hips, staring at her.

"Mom, I prepared breakfast for Tom. He likes milk," Niya quickly quibbled.

"It doesn't matter Nia, you still have it here," Daisy poured another glass of milk and put it in front of her daughter, not forgetting to say, "Remember to drink it all."

"I hate drinking milk every day." Niya couldn't help complaining.

"Albert also drinks it every day," Daisy reminded, "He never complained."

"This is different. I have never seen Albert complain about any food since I was a child," Nia was a little depressed. The family always liked to use Albert to block her, "You can't always compare him with me. It's not fair."

"Your brother didn't really like cheese before," Daisy raised her eyebrows and said, "However, he eats cheese now."

"Lies," Niya didn't believe it at all, because Albert's potato pancakes contained no cheese but ham.

"It's true. Albert hated cheeses with a strong taste. He never ate them," Herb also found it very interesting. Now thinking about his son, he was really not picky about eating, like other children who were annoying when it came to their choices in food.

"Children who are not picky eaters grow taller," Albert said without hesitation.

"What will I do after I get tall?" Niya retorted.

"You will be more beautiful if you grow taller," Albert reminded, "Mom is an example."
Daisy obviously liked this sentence and smiled happily.

"Hateful," Niya murmured, and under Daisy's "lovely" gaze, she drank the milk reluctantly.

However, she gave half a cup to Albert, on the grounds that he should drink more milk so that Albert could grow taller and look handsome like his father.

Daisy and Herb were both tall, and because of their occupations, they usually paid more attention to their attire and maintained a good body. Most importantly, they were still very young.

Originally, Herb planned to take his family to the zoo when he was free today. The school was about to start. Albert was going to Hogwarts soon. It was estimated that there would be no chance to go out together this year.

However, after Albert expressed that he did not want to go, Niya also said that the zoo was boring, the family changed their original plan and stayed in the living room to chat and watch TV.

Niya wanted to ride the broomstick, but Herb refused strictly because she almost hit the TV with the broom last time.

The space in the living room was not big enough, and it was not appropriate to ride the broomstick outside. It would be hard to explain if someone saw it. 

So, the broomstick that Luke had bought for Niya was locked in the cabinet by Herb.

Actually, Albert also rode the broomstick once, which gave him the illusion of whether he had aviophobia or not. The broomstick didn't fly high, so he didn't try it again, because it felt boring.

However, someone like Niya who had no idea about aviophobia was tempted to ride the broom. 

After watching TV for a while, Daisy went to the kitchen to prepare black tea and cakes. The family of four and their cat were reading "Stories of Poetry and Pedou" in the living room.

This storybook was a fairy tale from the magic world.

The fairy tales in the Magical world were still a bit different from the stories they have heard before, such as Sleeping Beauty.

The story is about a medieval banshee who was jealous of the beauty of the local king's daughter, put a living sleep lotion on a spindle. She tempted the young princess to touch the spindle and kept her asleep

Later, a wizard put a boosting potion on his lips and kissed the princess to wake her up.

Well, the magical version of Sleeping Beauty is indeed less romantic. However, the family listened with great enthusiasm, and after all, they didn't know what living sleep decoction and invigorating medicine were.

At this moment, the Anderson family read the story of the three brothers. Everyone took turns to read paragraphs. This process was very interesting.

"Are there really any stones that can resurrect people?" Niya asked curiously.

The magical world was full of infinite possibilities. Since the alchemist Nicolas Flamel may have used the legendary Philosopher's Stone for hundreds of years, it seemed that it was not impossible to have a stone that could resurrect people.

"Niya, there is no such thing in the world," Herb reminded, "And, you should have also heard that the lover of the three brothers was not really resurrected."

"This is a fairy tale. There is a saying that fairy tales are all deceptive," Albert said with a smile.

"Albert really hates me, can't you give me some expectations?" Niya couldn't help complaining. 

Of course, she knew that everything in fairy tales was fiction.


Albert never had any big ambitions. He always thought of himself as a salted fish. 
While living as a salted fish, he died and then was reborn with a system. He thought this was the chance and proper way to become a winner in life.
When Albert was planning to make himself a salted fish with a goal, an owl sent an invitation from Hogwarts, and he realized that he had traveled to the world of Harry Potter novels.
Now, Albert is considering how to be a dreamy salted fish in the magic world.
Come join Albert in his adventures and ambitions. 

T/N Salted fish is a Chinese metaphor for someone who has no intention of doing anything.

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TL: Zimming

The woman looked shabby compared to other nobles in the room.

She came up the stairs and greeted the nobles, but no one replied. Their reactions to my aunt and me were very different.

A woman with dark brown hair stood alone while my aunt and I were conversing with the nobles.

When I glanced at her, my aunt said,

"It's Lady Barthou."

My aunt noticed and told me her name.

"Lady Barthou?"

"Leticia Barthou. The eldest daughter of Count Barthou."

"I heard about many nobles from the chairman, but I didn't know Count Barthou."


 
"It's because he's full of debts, and he only has his title."


 
"But how is she here? There are only people here who said the chairman was important."

"Count Barthou is loyal to the Duke Marche and Empress Yvonne. He's sending her daughter here to do all sorts of nasty things, to catch the eyes of the powerful."

I blinked.

Then Leticia Barthou headed to the lounge. I quickly said to my aunt that I wanted to go to the toilet, and followed her.

Leticia was washing her hands at the sink. My eyes went to her reflection on the mirror.

"Hello, Lady."

"Hello."

Maybe she heard the other people calling me Dubbled's young miss, but she didn't ask who I was.

I went and sat on the sofa, as she said to me.

"You'd better stay outside. To them, this lounge is for losers like me."

"But I'm bored out there. They're all adults, and they only talk about difficult things."

Speaking naively, Leticia smiled at me helplessly.

"Let's play together!"

Leticia replied with a smile on her face,

"Okay. What should we do?"

"Please tell me a fun story."

"Shall I?"

Sitting beside me, Leticia told me some tales of the Empire.

I reacted enthusiastically to her stories.

"Tell me about the whale story too!"

"Whale?"

"It's about the father whale looking for the mother and baby whale."

Leticia's hands flinched when I told her a fairy tale that became famous recently.


 
"That…sorry, I don't know much about whales. Ah, It's already been a long time. I'll go out first."

It seemed that she was deliberately avoiding this topic, but I didn't care.

Because I knew the reason why she was avoiding it.

This is the story of the whale family.

The father whale and mother whale, which lived in different places, accidentally met and fell in love, as the baby whale was born.

The story is about the mother whale and baby whale disappearing in an unfortunate accident, and the father whale was desperately searching for them.

The reason why Leticia didn't want to tell me this story was because this is her story.

To be exact, the emperor's brother, Duke Locard, deliberately spread this story to the empire to find his beloved woman who suddenly disappeared one day with their child.

Leticia once worked as a maid, hiding her identity to pay off her father's debts.


 
She was the maid of Duke Locard, who was secretly recuperating to hide the fact that he had lost his eyesight due to illness.

At that time, the two fell in love and gave birth to a baby, and somehow Leticia fled as his vision gradually recovered.

'But in the end, it's a happy ending like the story of a whale family.'

Leticia will be his wife later, and I want her to be my godmother.

**

Sharon called my aunt and me to show us the sketch she had completed.

It was surprisingly a lovely and cute design.

I wonder if I would look good wearing this.

Aunt nodded.

"This would look good on Leblaine."

"I know right! I've completed the sketch and I got goosebumps seeing this. This dress is perfect for her!"

"Can you give me the accessories too?"

"Hmm, I can't say no to my muse. Well, alright. Because I like the little miss too."

Aunt stamped the Ariage's seal on the dress receipt.


 
I almost fainted when I looked at it out of curiosity.

'That expensive?!'

It doesn't even compare to Melvin's dress.

It's a price that makes me feel motivated to become richer.

"Thank you as always, customer."

Sharon smiled and lowered her head.

Then we came back home.

Dad and brothers were already waiting for us.

"What kind of dress is it?"

Henry asked me.

"A really pretty dress."

"I know Sharon's ability, but I'm more excited to see you wear it."

I told them how pretty the dress was and how expensive it was.

Even though I said the price, my brothers didn't react much and I was embarrassed.

'This is the very example of children being born rich.'

I also talked about Lady Leticia Barthou.

I knew the big story in the future, but I needed detailed information.

My dad and brothers knew about Count Barthou as I thought.

"The Count of Barthou…I heard that his daughter cleans and does the laundry herself because the servants left due to an overdue salary."

"Didn't they borrow a lot of money? Where does that money go?"


 
"The money borrowed was used for the education of their eldest son and younger son. Even after borrowing the money, the youngest, Lady Barthou still suffers."

The lady cleans and does laundry herself…

'She won't have much time to go out because she needs to manage that big mansion.'

In addition, she had little time to go out because she had to take care of her own child.

Isaac asked,

"Why didn't she just run away being treated like a servant?"

Henry replied, putting sugar cubes in my teacup.

"When they were young, people said that the relationship between them was nice. The Count lived with the lady, and the lady also said she would marry his father. Maybe she couldn't forget the memories of that time."

"What a fool."

While they were talking, I wondered how to get close to Lady Leticia.

'Hmm, I have to get close to Leticia…'

Suddenly, the surrounding became quiet.

I lifted my head, my dad and brothers were staring at me.

Dad asked me,

"Blaine, who do you want to marry?"

"Why do you ask the obvious? She likes me the most."

"You're absolutely wrong."

Isaac and Henry replied to each other.

"Blaine."

"Kid."

"Leblaine."

"Speak at ease, Leblaine."

"Yes, you can be honest with me, kid."

"Who is it, Blaine?"

If I said one of the three, I would have a hard time.

I rolled my eyes and said,

"I, so…um…Johann!"

The faces of three people, except for Johann, have become pitiful.

Their eyes were fixed on me like arrowheads.

"Why?"

Dad's voice was low enough to shake the ground.

Isaac was glaring at Johann with fierce eyes.

'That's because he's the most normal member of the family.'

Johann closed the book he was reading and got up.

'Look, Johann doesn't respond to these words like them.'

I was thinking so, but my dad said with a grim look.

"Where are you going?"

Then Johann answered in a strange way.

"I'm going to look for a tuxedo."

Henry and Isaac glared at Johann as if they were going to tear him to death.

Dad called the butler.

"Put him back to the academy."

***

I poked my head out the door.

'Okay, no one.'

After confirming that there were no people, I laid the doll on the bed and took the device out of my pocket.

After thinking about the location, I opened my eyes after being wrapped in the light. There was Seria in front of me.

"Little miss!"

"Hello…"

When I greeted her with a tired face, Seria quickly got up and let me sit on the sofa.

"I got a letter saying you came to the city, but what brings you here without contacting me?"

"I want to confirm the progress of the work."

The progress refers to tracking down the 'customer' who kidnapped me and bought Seria's younger sibling.

"Yes, I heard that there was someone who worked in the house of hope related to the slave trade, and I checked it. But because they were pretty careful, I tried to spy on them carefully."

"Well done."

"Yes. But what's the matter?"

Three reincarnations. Fourth life.

She is chosen to grow up as a Child of Fate; but when the real Child of Fate appears, she is sacrificed for that child.

In the second life she is abused.

In her third life she lived as a beggar.

“This country is not safe. Let’s defect!”

LeBlaine chooses to be re-born into a new family to defect. The family she choose is

… a family of the future biggest villains in the Kingdom.

“Let’s try to get along until the time of my exile!” is what she tried to do. But what happened…?

“My daughter is the cutest IN THE WORLD!”

“Give me that building, I can use it as my sister’s bathroom.”

“Don’t worry, LeBlaine asked me not to hit you. Not to not kill you.”

“WHO, WHO MADE MY SISTER CRY?!”

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