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The prime minister and her team took Emilia and Crystal to a luxurious room with all the required equipment and the 'artist' already waiting, and Bellatrix quickly finished the introductions.
The crimson-haired girl could feel the faint shiver of excitement in the hands of the artist as she shook her hand with a bright grin.
"It's great to meet you, Bella—ugh, I mean, the prime minister wasn't wrong in her judgment, I see!"
Feeling the scathing glare immediately cut through her head, the 'artist' immediately went into a coughing fit. "I-I didn't mean anything strange like how pretty or gorgeous you are, i-it could have been just your aura or something?"
Bellatrix resisted the urge to smack her 'friend' upside down in front of the guests as the woman continued digging a deeper hole for herself.
