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After hesitating for a long time, the Prince chose to approach, glancing back at the distant, faint outline of Laine.
It was said that wizards mastered all kinds of evil witchcraft, but their bodies were incredibly fragile.
Although Paris didn't know if this "fragility" was truly that weak, or if it merely seemed weak compared to those demigod heroes.
But the witch before his eyes didn't look robust no matter how you saw her.
As a direct descendant of a god, even if weak, Paris had his own skills.
Besides, who wouldn't be interested in his future achievements?
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Tap, tap...
A long while later, by the water's edge.
With a conflicted heart, Paris arrived at the blue stone where Laine sat.
The young prince didn't hide his hesitation, even though he could feel the burning gaze on his back.
Investing in a king...it sounded reasonable enough, but he was still a bit apprehensive.
