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Hearing Annan's whisper, Naifertali curiously leaned in, "Giralda... Your Highness? Cough..."
Naifertali awkwardly lowered her head and coughed lightly.
Even though she had learned Annan's secret, she clearly was not quite accustomed to the fact that "Giralda is Annan Winter."
Although Giralda could also be considered a handsome uncle, this overly amiable and talkative image didn't quite match her imagined cold and indifferent, handsome young boy.
...Although she had never met Annan Winter nor seen his father, Duke Ivan, Naifertali stubbornly believed that the legendary Annan Winter must be a harsh, taciturn, white-haired handsome youth.
Her gaze shifted slightly, then she put on a serious face and asked, "The verse you just recited... could it be from the 'Book of the Praise of the Chariot of the Heavens'?"
"Indeed."
Annan asked gently, "Have you also heard this poem, Miss Naifertali?"
