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His neatly tied silver-white hair fell elegantly on his delicate back. Silver pupils appeared like deep swirls of liquid metal filled with helplessness and profound contemplation of the given situation. Based upon the imploring emerald eyes of the royal prince before him, Moulin knew he was brought to become the bait of the plan.
However, the others had not announced the detailed plan they had in their minds. Moulin did not want to assume the wrong so he only silently listened as Nordehl finished his explanation.
"Demon blood, Demon blood, Demon blood... "
