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... he courtyard and at Viviane, who was so angry she could barely stand, a contemptuous smile forming in his heart.

’That’s right... get angrier,’ Lathel thought to himself. ’The angrier you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes in judgment and decision-making.’

However, his disdainful gaze lasted only for a moment before disappearing.

Of course, no one noticed or sensed that look from Lathel. They would never imagine that such a kind Prince would look at them with s ...

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