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... ought in mild confusion, her hand instinctively twitching toward the hilt of her hidden blade before she recognized the silver-haired figure descending from the moonlit sky.
"Master teacher, why are you here so late? Are you also here to admire the flowers?" Mirabella asked. Her voice was flat, devoid of the reverence usually afforded to the strongest man in the empire. She didn’t stand up or adjust her posture; she simply sat there on the marble bench, petting Cupcake as if the Dragon ...
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