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... warm water enveloped his skin, bringing a bittersweet sensation as he felt the various small injuries scattered across his body. The cold water of the lake at the Princess’s palace had concealed the scratches and faint marks, but now they were evident in the warmth of the water.

At that time, he had jumped into cold water to use it to erase bite marks and nail scratches, rather than simply arriving in the open to distract them. He had covered it up with the bathrobe provided by Lady Marg ...

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