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Bowstring
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    Time 8h 1m
Ongoing, First published Jan 20, 2020
Mature
Born in the aftermath of the Peraliv, Corel grew up surviving in the recovering Vermiel.

For more than ten years she had been hiding in the "comfort" of her foster brother and barely making a life day by day. But she knew one thing for sure; that with her yellow eyes and hair becoming green, she came from the Vestris, infamous in history for abandoning their name to save their clan while Vermiel falls to ruin.

Come a stranger who claims to be her only family, but does not have her hair. She soon began to doubt why her brother painfully gave her up and found out later that she was better off hiding than be free and travel with the dreadful villain who once brought Vermiel to her demise.

"I am Corelli Sard, and I travel with the villain."


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