
Summary
Sculptor Duke X, I guess now is the golden age sung by poets: the stars are shining brightly, and great men spring up like springs; In the city of decay, like lilies blooming in the fields of Tuscany...
- 1 Chapter 1 0
- 2 Chapter 2 1
- 3.2 Chapter 3 1
- 4 Chapter 4 2
- 5 Chapter 5 3&4
- 6 Chapter 6 5
- 7 Chapter 7 6
- 8 Chapter 8 7
- 9 Chapter 9 8
- 10 Chapter 10 9
- 11.1 Chapter 11
- 12.3 Chapter 12
- 13 Chapter 13 1
- 14.1 Chapter 14 2
- 15.3 Chapter 15 2
- 16.1 Chapter 16 3
- 17.3 Chapter 17 3
- 18 Chapter 18 4
- 19.1 Chapter 19 5
- 20 Chapter 20 1
- 21 Chapter 21 1
- 22 Chapter 22 2
- 23 Chapter 23 3
- 24 Chapter 24 4
- 25.2 Chapter 25 4
- 26 Chapter 26 5
- 27.2 Chapter 27 5
- 28 Chapter 28 6
- 29.2 Chapter 29 6
- 30 Chapter 30 7
- 31.2 Chapter 31 7
- 32.3 Chapter 32 7
- 33 Chapter 33 8
- 34.2 Chapter 34 8
- 35.1 Chapter 35 9
- 36.2 Chapter 36 9
- 37.3 Chapter 37 9
- 38 Chapter 38
- 39 Chapter 39 1
- 40.2 Chapter 40 1
- 41 Chapter 41 2
- 42 Chapter 42 1
- 43 Chapter 43 2
- 44 Chapter 44 3
- 45 Chapter 45 4
- 46 Chapter 46 5
- 47 Chapter 47 6
- 48.1 Chapter 48 7
- 49.3 Chapter 49 7
- 50.1 Chapter 50 8
- 51.3 Chapter 51 8
- 52 Chapter 52 9
- 53 Chapter 53
- 54 Chapter 54 Epilogue
- 55 Chapter 55
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