The Moon Without a Heart
My story reached its peak during a lavish wedding in Nevaeh. I rode a horse through peach blossoms and nine red gates to marry Emperor Vincent Morris, escorted by the nobleman Jason Evans and the elite assassin Austin Bell. Orphaned young and without my master, I defied tradition on my grandest day. Yet, the glory of that magnificent wedding has faded into a dark vow. Now, I am determined to hunt down and kill these three heartless men who once stood by my side.
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Chapter 5
I bought two jars of wine in a small town at the foot of the mountain.
Two jars of Cabernet Sauvignon.
Then, I carried the two jars of Cabernet Sauvignon into the blacksmith's shop.
The old man with graying whiskers swung his hammer, striking the red-hot iron sword.
Sparks flew everywhere.
I paid double the price and gave him one jar of Cabernet Sauvignon for a sword from his shop.
"This sword, it sharpens when it meets blood," the old man said.
He said the same thing in my past life.
In my past life, I baptized this sword with Kingston's blood. I will consecrate it in this life with Vincent's blood.