To My Dear Mr. Huo - Chapter 817 - Die under the peonies, even if you’re a ghost, you’re still a romantic

I found myself drifting into an Eastern-style romance fantasy novel that I didn’t even finish reading.And to make things worse, I became the younger brother of the female protagonist who didn’t even exist in the original story.My motto in life is to work as little as possible while earning as much as I can.Seol Tae Pyeong, a third-rate warrior, whose sole goal is just to live comfortably.But from a certain day onward,I monopolized the love of the Princess Consort of Cheongdo Palace.“Let’s survive.”Nothing is too much.When it comes to survival.

Born and raised in a remote village, Sheila entered the Royal Academy dressed as a man to become the knight of her dreams. However, what awaited her there were only characteristic and beautiful aristocrats. She was able to overcome the prejudice and harassment against commoners, and her natural thickheadedness and good-natured attitude allowed her to gradually gain a place in the school.“What? Only nobles have magical powers? But everyone in our village could use spirit magic.”If the spirit arts that shook the country to its very foundations and her gender were discovered, she’ll be instantly kicked out! Sheila’s tightrope-walking dormitory life began!

“I’m sure we’ve all had that weird kid in our class.”“You know, the one everyone avoids like the plague.”“The moron who always comes to school with messy black hair, torn-up clothes, and so many bruises on their body it looks like they were mauled by a bear.”“I know that kid well—”“Because I’m him.”[DING!][YOU HAVE AWAKENED YOUR BLACKSMITH SYSTEM]“Blacksmith system? What the fuck is that?”It’s the power to forge.The power to create weapons that can split the heavens themselves.Weapons that can challenge gods, rewrite fate, and reduce galaxies to dust.Weapons that can cut through time and space.With the Blacksmith System… you have the power of creation.Do you accept?[Y/N]

The figure of the Armada seems to be still riding the wind and waves in the Atlantic Ocean, and the gold of South America still seems to flow in continuously. As Alfonso from the Bourbon family returns to the Royal Palace of Madrid where he was born, the story begins here…

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