Difference between revisions of "Madan no Ou to Vanadis:Volume01 Prologue"
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The youth obediently complied, placing the bow that he had held in his hands on the ground. |
The youth obediently complied, placing the bow that he had held in his hands on the ground. |
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+ | He did not feel like resisting. He had ran out of arrows. |
In their surroundings were countless corpses lying on the ground. Broken swords, spears that protruded the ground like capture points, and the wind that carried with it the thick smell of blood. |
In their surroundings were countless corpses lying on the ground. Broken swords, spears that protruded the ground like capture points, and the wind that carried with it the thick smell of blood. |
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"I am Eleonora Viltaria. And you are?" |
"I am Eleonora Viltaria. And you are?" |
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| − | As if blowing away the smell of blood, the girl's refreshing voice. |
+ | As if blowing away the smell of blood, the girl's refreshing voice resounded. |
She was dignified, and despite that she possessed a radiance in those curious, crimson eyes. |
She was dignified, and despite that she possessed a radiance in those curious, crimson eyes. |
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"...... Tigulvrumud Vorun." |
"...... Tigulvrumud Vorun." |
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| − | After asking several questions |
+ | After asking several questions to him, she sheathed her sword in the scabbard at her waist, satisfied. |
And then, to the youth, she smiled sweetly. |
And then, to the youth, she smiled sweetly. |
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Revision as of 09:00, 10 September 2012
The tip of the longsword was thrust forward.
The one bearing the sword, was a beautiful girl. With silver-colored hair that stretched all the way to her waist, she looked down at the youth from the top of her horse.
"Throw aside your bow."
The youth obediently complied, placing the bow that he had held in his hands on the ground.
He did not feel like resisting. He had ran out of arrows.
In their surroundings were countless corpses lying on the ground. Broken swords, spears that protruded the ground like capture points, and the wind that carried with it the thick smell of blood.
"I am Eleonora Viltaria. And you are?"
As if blowing away the smell of blood, the girl's refreshing voice resounded.
She was dignified, and despite that she possessed a radiance in those curious, crimson eyes.
The youth answered her question, mesmerized.
"...... Tigulvrumud Vorun."
After asking several questions to him, she sheathed her sword in the scabbard at her waist, satisfied.
And then, to the youth, she smiled sweetly.
"From now onwards, you belong to me."
