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The tall figure looked dark because of the light coming from behind him. A sword was hanging down his waist belt, while his long boots crushed the grass underneath. He stopped the wind that was hitting Arcane, His crimson hair danced around with the breeze. It was William standing like an unfazed pillar before her. Arcane felt deep hatred boiling inside her chest, It made her feel uncomfortable in the warm jacket covering her frame. “PRincess! Why are you here? Why are you in this state?” He slowly crouched before her. Their eyes came to the same level, his expressions looked sad. Arcane, who was already angry, gritted her teeth at his question. “Why? Am I not allowed here? Are you going to slice my neck because I was here?” Her words were harsh and she was referring to the incident
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