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It was a month of strenuous restrain for a man overwhelmed with pure love and strong craves for the one and only woman in his eyes.
The dreamy night at a brilliant festival had been played many times as treasured memories for as of that day… no such graze like the charming one at the end of a fast dance had occurred between his and the lips of the lovely lady.
'Haaa… being compliant and a gentleman… my spirit won't last.' — Aching for even a slight touch, Zeleskiaz's soul hurt, craving for the woman's closeness. Always remembering the advice the Emperor had provided after coming back from the Grand Summer day… besides the tardy yet expected reproach at his gruesome doings.
