Chapter 25: The one who should be avoided
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I am just talking about a girl earlier–now someone is hugging Lazarus right in front of me. Really?
"Oh Lazarus! I see you have someone here!" She said and exclaimed. "Who are you?"
"Meriel," Lazarus called her. "Don't start something. You know who she is."
Meriel, the princess who sounded like a brat pouted and looked at me.
"I thought you died. Why are you still here?" She asked in annoyance.
Lazarus pull my waist into him and shook his head. Like he was saying that I don't need to listen in this brat.
"As you can see, I am alive. Thank you for the concern!" I chuckled.
I heard Lazarus giggled before pulling me away to the princess who looks dumbfounded with my comeback.
"Aren't you scared of her anymore?" Lazarus whispered his question.
"Why would I be scared of her?" I asked in confusion.
"That is your cousin," he told me. "And I can sense you don't have any good memories with her."
Oh, my cousin. How will I know if that brat was my cousin?
When I entered the majestic lobby— perfumes, elegance, and nobility was evident through the air.
As Lazarus enter the hall, everyone seems so excited of him. This guy is really famous to these girls, huh?
"Lazarus!" Another girl called Lazarus.
I thought who the hell just called Lazarus—and in my horror–I saw a very familiar face.
It was Farrah.
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