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He's a Butler
It was now several hours past noon and the sun was mere moments away from disappearing into the horizon. Isolde stared down from her balcony, at the training grounds with the lonesome three targets. Her right hand was grasping tightly on to a simple necklace across her neck... The wind lightly blew through the grounds and passed by, caressing her face and causing her blonde hair to flutter, almost as if to reassure her. Back inside her room, Butler Alec was seated on a chair in the corner. His head was slightly lowered, and his eyes were closed, as he maintained a deadly calm... The two of them were basically alone in the mansion; besides a few mortal guards and the tortured people in Isabella's hidden room. As Alec had mentioned before, Count Brishman had already retreated with his w
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