Empress with no Virtue - Chapter 56 Part 2

[Witty and Sarcastic Prosecutor × Brooding and Poison-Tongued Diplomat]Ever since she became a prosecutor, Jiang Tong has been living her comfortable little life. But one day, everything went terribly wrong. Not only was her case dismissed in court, but she also had to deal with a new neighbor who seemed to be nothing but trouble.She was just bringing a little pup home for the night, planning to play some games and relieve her stress, when she saw a complaint letter on her boss's desk. Jiang Tong couldn't bear it any longer and kicked open the neighbor's door, furiously pointing at the man in front of her: “What exactly did I do to provoke or hurt you?”But she didn’t expect to be cornered against the wall. Bo Nan smiled, his eyes full of intensity: “Yes, you hurt me, not planning to take responsibility?”Jiang Tong slowly took out a notebook, flipped through the pages, and said, “Then tell me which number you are, let me check.”Bo Nan: “???”This story is about both parties being devoted, one-on-one, an exhilarating read with a happy ending.

A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.

Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!”
“That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”

But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.

Prophetic dreams.
The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.

All I want is to be next to you.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Rowan was just a broke college dropout—until he was summoned to another world.Dragged into the war-torn realm of Laronia, Rowan stands beside four other chosen heroes, each blessed by prophecy… except him.While the others awaken to legendary powers and divine roles, Rowan receives a blank grimoire. No magic. No title. No future.Cast aside and marked a failure, he prepares for death—until the silence inside his grimoire begins to speak.The gods made a mistake. And this world is not ready for what lies beneath the Wordless Mage.