My Princess Holds Superpowers - Chapter 1255: Overhearing Must Not Be Discovered

In the grimy Black Hound Tavern, disgraced hunter Kael Veymar drowns his failures in ale, his father’s shattered crest a noose around his neck. When a Fallen beast attacks him—spewing acid and cryptic threats about the Harbinger—he’s saved by Lyria, a rogue huntress with a deadly smile and a glowing amulet: the Fractalis, stolen by Kael’s father.Their reunion is cut short by Dren, Kael’s former brother-in-arms, who slit Garrik’s throat for the Guild. After a vicious alley fight, Lyria helps Kael escape, but not before a Fallen’s ooze sears his flesh, leaving veins of corruption that **pulse with the Harbinger’s voice.Seeking answers, they flee to Ms. Miller, an old ally who gifts Kael a sword and a warning: “Find Torin. The skulls will whistle your name.” But the Guild is closing in. At Celestis Rise Dren is humiliated for his failure, while the Dozen Vanguards receive a bone-chilling letter—its author dead, its ink fresh.The stakes sharpen:- The Fractalis is not what it seems.- And Garrik Veymar’s shadow stretches long from the grave.Now, Kael and Lyria ride toward Godsgrave, where Hunter blades go to die—and where the Harbinger’s eclipse waits to rise.

Elyn, a famous singer, fell from grace after she was framed for her husband’s death. After days in prison, the police suddenly told her:“You are free now. Your husband is waiting for you outside.”She was shocked. When did she get a new husband?Outside the prison, a black limousine was parked. She was ushered inside by the driver, and when she saw who was waiting inside, her eyes widened.It was the most powerful man in the country, the President himself!“Welcome back, wife.”Additional Tags: Age Gap (older ML, younger FL), second marriage, contract marriage, smut, celebrity FL

I can see ghosts.Even the ghosts inside games.But then…”Ah! Not there, over that way! My family heirloom is hidden there.”The ghosts in the game keep revealing hidden pieces to me.

Intelligence without ambition is like a bird without wings.