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... d his white hair slowly fell to the ground.
‘What just happened?’
“Ugh……”
“Sir Geens.”
My voice came out faster than my brain could think.
Sir Johann Geens plopped down on the theatre floor.
I grabbed his shoulder out of reflex and inspected him.
An anxious Christelle was quickly headed over.
The appearance copying demonic beast, the Esprit, was nowhere to be seen.
“Sir Geens, you’re bleeding.”
“I’m okay, your highn ...
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