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“The noble house of the el'Dremor.

At this point, I can only frown in annoyance.

- Not traitors. Fools. They sincerely believed that they were worthy to take the throne, that they had the right of blood. The emperor sharply persuaded them.

And now the members of House el'Dremor while away their lives in the cozy chambers of the Skull-on-the-Bone or gouge the rock in the most terrible penal servitude in Mescia in the body of the Caharon Range. And the only free carrier of this surname is forced to maintain a brothel. Is there a fate more shameful for a tanya born to command?

“By the way, did you understand that I lied to his highness and to the accuser?”

Everything the owner says is true. Even if he is lying.

I heard the stubbornness in my maid's voice. She cares a lot about my prestige in society and things like ceremonial. Of course, she will always serve me, no matter who I am, a lord or a beggar, but serving the lord is still better. She will never admit that personal prestige is i
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