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"Erica, should I get ready, because colors hold significance?"
"For what?
CHAPTER TWELVE
Miss Mercy entered the mansion that night, and I greeted her respectfully. Though she did not answer back at me, she slightly smiled and swiftly turned to his cousin and asked, "Where is he?
"Observing with his hands in his pockets, Muya remarked, 'I'm confident he'll recover, thanks to her,' nodding in my direction.
Why does Muya keep bringing me into the conversation about his brother? It gets tiresome hearing it repeatedly."
"I see. Let's hope we won't find ourselves on another rescue mission," Miss Mercy commented. Muya grinned, rubbing his chin. "I hope not, but if it happens, I'd reverse the roles this time."
"Why's that?" Mercy inquired.
