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... o you know, I’m a thief, not an assassin. But whatever, you’re just... not my type.”
“Urk...!” King Deville groaned while glaring at the servant.
“Can you please die quietly?” the servant girl said icily before putting her weight on the dagger to push the king’s head underwater.
Glurg! Glurgh!
Blood poured from King Deville’s neck as he struggled to stay alive. Unfortunately, his strength failed him, and his consciousness slowly faded away as he sank into the tub. ...
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