Re_Arts

In a world where magic rules and human nations fight to survive, a 14-year-old stowaway finds himself thrust onto the frontlines of war. With no allegiance but to his own cold logic, Lugh is forced to navigate battlefields of steel, sorcery, and shadows. What begins as an escape soon becomes something far greater—whether he wills it or not.



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Gunmage

Vaelith jolted—she almost stumbled, but Lugh caught her. His movements were seamless, shifting his weight as if guiding her into the next dance step.

Lugh adopted a thoughtful expression.

"Oops. I mean—I recognized your scent."

But she'd already calmed down. Beneath the music, her breathing slowed as they glided past another couple.

"So why are you among the royal guards?"

She grunted before replying, her tone low and sharp.

He continued, unbothered, not missing a beat.

"Is it because you think others are eavesdropping? Don't worry, they can't."

Then his gaze sharpened, and his tone took on a pensive edge.

"Unless, of course... there's an elf here. After all, those guys have really, really long ears."

Chapter 148: Waltz of knives