“Randus Lioncrown Gaia...” Elyenora mumbled under her nose. Her cheeks were reddened and soaked with tears still as she humbly rose to her feet.Humbly, as in, in a very, clunky, fast manner, unbefitting of a princess.“It is a pleasure... To meet you again, Sir Gaia,” she attempted courtesy, albeit it was a tad late for that.“Indeed, it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” Randus said nonchalantly, looking from Elyenora to Samuel, then finally glancing at Mon’Ter for a moment before continuing. “Come on. Let’s take this conversation elsewhere.”“R-right...” Elyenora agreed and proceeded to stand up back to her feet. She looked to the bedridden old man in the magically protected area, as well as the miasma emanating from him. It looked powerful, and painful.“Sir Gaia, may I ask about... My grandp- uncle... About my uncle...?” she couldn’t help but ask th
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