Black Iron’s Glory english

The silver moon hung high in the sky and cast its clear, silver light down on the world in bright waves. Opposite it, the crimson moon clung bloodily onto the blue veils of the night sky.

“Claude, it’s ten already! Why are you still awake?! You have school tomorrow! We’ve already spent six riyas on oil this month!” a woody male voice boomed into the room.

A youthful face lifted its gaze from its desk, gazing at the competing grey and crimson night sky hemispheres. The face turned to the oil lamp, whose little flame licked lazily at the darkness in the room, and blew it out, letting a thin trail of smoke drift out of the window into the night. The figure to which the face was attached slowly rose from its hard, wooden seat. It drifted over the wooden floor to a bed nearby and descended onto it silently. The bed creaked like a heavy skeleton as it settled under the figure’s weight. The same woody voice continued to echo complaints from the bottom of the stairs. The figure’s gaze shifted once again to the desk, staring at the grey-brown surface, now lit solely by the pale moonlight.

Half a year, the figure thought, half a year since I came to this world.

1. 0 Chapter 0
2. 1 Chapter 1
3. 2 Chapter 2
4. 3 Chapter 3
5. 4 Chapter 4
6. 5 Chapter 5
7. 6 Chapter 6
8. 7 Chapter 7
9. 8 Chapter 8
10. 9 Chapter 9
11. 10 Chapter 10
12. 11 Chapter 11
13. 12 Chapter 12
14. 13 Chapter 13
15. 14 Chapter 14
16. 15 Chapter 15
17. 16 Chapter 16
18. 17 Chapter 17
19. 18 Chapter 18
20. 19 Chapter 19
21. 20 Chapter 20
22. 21 Chapter 21
23. 22 Chapter 22
24. 23 Chapter 23
25. 24 Chapter 24
26. 25 Chapter 25
27. 26 Chapter 26
28. 27 Chapter 27
29. 28 Chapter 28
30. 29 Chapter 29

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