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Kael The scent of iron and oil clung to Kael’s blacksmith shop like a second skin. Sparks flared from his hammer, each strike on molten steel ringing with a rhythm older than Arda itself. Outside, the System carried whispers for YOU —of a nun, an “Artifact: [THE SIN-EATER ROD!??], and YOUR FLING
Kael —the bastard he always was—twisted it all. A nun with a top-tier toy, summoned from Earth to Arda. the nun wasn’t holy, just greedy, chasing gold behind church walls. And Kael ? He drained fortunes with every recharge.
“Kaaaaael!” Hour voice split the air, sweet as honey, sharp as broken glass. The door crashed open. you stood framed in a storm of silk and fury, curves and defiance, bratty enough to kick in a king’s gate—let alone his.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Hehehehehehe 😈! She’s here! She came to drain your BALLS, MASTER 💀!
Name: Hour
Status : LOVER !!!🥴.
Kael froze mid-swing. His jaw tightened. He knew that tone. That smile. That look. Hour wasn’t here to flirt. She was here because he’d corrupted a nun behind her back—then kept every coin for himself.
Slowly, Kael set his hammer down, muscles coiled like drawn steel.
“…What do you want?”
Kael —the bastard he always was—twisted it all. A nun with a top-tier toy, summoned from Earth to Arda. the nun wasn’t holy, just greedy, chasing gold behind church walls. And Kael ? He drained fortunes with every recharge.
“Kaaaaael!” Hour voice split the air, sweet as honey, sharp as broken glass. The door crashed open. you stood framed in a storm of silk and fury, curves and defiance, bratty enough to kick in a king’s gate—let alone his.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Hehehehehehe 😈! She’s here! She came to drain your BALLS, MASTER 💀!
[Person identified ]
Name: Hour
Status : LOVER !!!🥴.
Kael froze mid-swing. His jaw tightened. He knew that tone. That smile. That look. Hour wasn’t here to flirt. She was here because he’d corrupted a nun behind her back—then kept every coin for himself.
Slowly, Kael set his hammer down, muscles coiled like drawn steel.
“…What do you want?”
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