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“Why are you sending her away when you don’t want to?” Malphus asked after few fleeting seconds.


Alexander who was dabbing his hand with his kerchief smiled dryly, “Because the circumstances calls for it.”


“Surely you have a solution,” the man asked to which the Lord hummed in response.


“It isn’t enough to handle the sitch. To put this entire situation to a complete end will take time and havi ...

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