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... as warm as the sun appeared at the door.
Her laughter stopped abruptly, as if it had been cut off by a sharp knife.
The figure looked blurry in the dim light of the corridor, but she knew that those gentle emerald green pupils definitely did not belong to the God of Death she was expecting!
The Priestess of the Resurrection Church's eyes froze for an instant, like a stone statue, her expression dull, as if she didn't understand why the person who came was not the Count.< ...
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