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"What do you want?" I asked Zed with a frown.
"It's been a long time since I've last seen you, Elena." Zed smiled, unfazed. "It's been 400 years, if I remember correctly."
This unfazed, smiling personality of his really is similar to Dion's.
"Lord Zed." Count Rozalin bowed, his face serious this time, his respect towards Zed evident.
The fuck?
…Ah, he's making me swear. How come he totally respects Zed, while I'm being treated as someone his equal or even lower than him?
I sneered at Count Rozalin.
Seeing me sneer, Zed turned to Count Rozalin and smiled at him.
"It seems my fiancé doesn't like you, Rozalin. Why don't you get lost?" Zed is really the smiling outside, dark inside, black-bellied type of person.
The Count looked surprised at first, and then he faced me. I didn't hide my displease at his presence at all.
He then followed Zed's command, still respectful despite the outright rude "suggestion" by Zed.
