#claymore

Après le succès retentissant des Anneaux de Pouvoir, difficile de trouver des séries fantasy capables de maintenir l'enchère. Pourtant, au-delà des mastodontes comme House of the Dragon ou The Witcher, il existe des pépites méconnues, souvent injustement oubliées ou annulées trop tôt. Pour les amateurs d'univers médiévaux peuplés de créatures magiques, voici trois œuvres qui méritent amplement…

Part 1

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Sawyer sat on the edge of a shipping crate, her knees to her chest as she looked upset.

From her left, Jaune approached, holding out a small notebook.

Sawyer saw him in her peripheral vision and then turned her head to look at the blonde.

"I... noticed your voice box has been acting up," Jaune told her as he then handed her the notebook, which was full of addresses and doctors. "I wrote down a few repair shops Benny recommended. They might be able to help."

Sawyer blinked in surprise, and then, she reached into her pocket, pulled out a marker, and wrote on a spare page.

"Thanks"

Suddenly, she hesitated before writing something else and showing him another word.

"Dinner?"

Jaune read it and smiled at her, "I'd like that."

Sawyer gave a tiny thumbs-up before hurriedly looking back at her chainsaw, hiding the faint pink tint on her cheeks.

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Eda leaned lazily against the church doorway, twirling a pistol around one finger. "So, you're telling me you've fought monsters bigger than tanks?"

Jaune nodded. "More or less,"

"What next? You save some princess?" She asked, still grinning.

"Nah, nothing that exciting," Jaune said with a smirk of his own.

"And you're still single?" Eda asked with a raised brow.

Jaune rubbed the back of his neck. "I... never really had much luck," he replied.

Eda then burst into laughter. "Oh, sweetheart, that isn't bad luck," she told him, moving closer to him.

"Oh yeah, what is it?" Jaune asked her.

"You just haven't made a few bad decisions," Eda snickered, flashing her fellow blonde a mischievous smile. "Good thing I specialize in helping make bad decisions~"

Jaune couldn't help chuckle a bit as Eda got closer to him. "I'm starting to think meeting you might've been one."

"Oh, definitely~!" Eda replied with a wink. "But you'll enjoy it, trust me one that."

Jaune simply gulped in response as a small blush appeared on his cheeks.

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The campfire crackled quietly beneath the night sky, and around their little campfire, Miria sat polishing her sword while Jaune roasted a small rabbit over the fire.

After a long silence, the Claymore finally spoke. "You cook?" she asked.

Jaune looked ove to her and nodded. "Mostly in a kitchen, but I kinda had to learn to cook like this when was traveling with my friends," he told her. "Lot of trial and error, but I got the hang of it soon enough."

Miria sniffed the air and looked surprised. She had never smelled food so good before. "It smells... Pleasant," she said, her mouth beginning to water.

The blonde chuckled. "Highest compliment I've gotten from you all week," he joked.

Miria regarded him with her usual unreadable expression. "May I sit closer?" she asked.

"Sure, go ahead,"

Miria moved closer to the young man, close enough that their shoulders almost touched.

"It's warmer here..." She muttered

Jaune smiled softly, "I guess so," He said.

Then, much to the young knight's shock, Miria rested her head against his shoulder. "Very warm indeed."