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I have been a faithful reader of manga for years. As an immmature brat and novice in vast world of manga I started reading shoujo and I still stick to it till now. Though, to be honest, I occasionally betray this genre and wander in shounen or josei grounds hunting for something new, different, unique. As an impatient reader I hate long, draggy, seemingly never-ending series and rarely stick to it. But, of course, there are some exceptions. For this reason alone I LOVE oneshots or short series. But there is also another reason. Sometimes manga simply doesn’t need extension and serialization can unnecessary cause dropping of quality in plot, slow pace or bombing of clichés. So it’s not surprising my first review will be about 62-pages long oneshot.
Protagonists of this story are two ten years old boys, Nico and Jean. Both of them are orphans who grew up together in church.
This story is a mixture of romance and fantasy. And combined with right topic, what was left was a fairytale. And I absolutely loved it.
At the start we are introduced to scowling princess Mary. She is only 13 years old girl but she is already throwing around remarks that would shame critical mother-in-law (ok, maybe I’m exagerating… a lot). She has everyday foul mood that concerns her father – king and 7(!) brothers as well as servants. Though she is adorable by appearance, her behaviour is very much not so. But what caused Mary to be like this? Is that just her born trait honed by doting family? Nope. Princess is only sleep deprived. Every night she is hunted by nightmares.
She has endured.
Qu Tang’er gritted her teeth and clenched both of her hands again and again. In the end, she has suppressed the curse that was about to come out. Her body remained straight. Head slightly lowered, waiting for the third blow.
Closing door, carry out domestic discipline.
“Close door and carry out domestic discipline.” Once the first madame’s words fell, Qu Tang’er for the nth time that day sighed inwardly. As expected, this play was going to reach its climax.
The first time, splashing water.
The second time……..she was helpless!
“Master?” Jing Xin worriedly approached her. She reached out, wanting to take the wet cloak.
“Sigh. There’s no need. This is still useful.” Qu Tang’er didn’t let Jing Xin touch the cloak. Instead, she has drapped it over her body again. She was walking strangely, yet with cautious.