His sword leaning on the back side of the desk stood firmly, Cedric placed it there as he dealt with the matter of Duchy Dawrich.
The story of his past has always been imprinted in his memory, and until now he has always remembered the figure of the little girl with hair like a burning fire, not making her burn but instead making her feel at ease. At a level that made him truly feel comfortable, he was grateful that he was able to fall asleep so soundly.
On his black sword with beautiful orenge-colored stripes, there is a sword belt woven using a black ribbon with a red stripe. The giver definitely doesn't remember it, but he always remembers it very well.
Something imprinted that made him come alive.
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At her place of work, as usual, Alexandra always opened a little window of her room, even though Alfo had told her that it would be dangerous for Alexandra's health, but Alexandra was still doing a habit.
