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Time was like an arrow, sunrises and sunsets were as usual. Inside the Eastern Courtyard, it has been exactly 3 days since Kira suggested living in seclusion in the guise of treating Amanda. It has also been 3 days since that talk they had. After that conversation, Kira did not know how to react or what she would say. This was the information she wanted so badly to get hold of but it made her confused even more. She knew very well that the Carrie Flinch Amanda was referring to was her own mother. Every detail leads to that conclusion. By the time her mother moved to Rouguemont Castle, her slight resemblance to Amanda, and how mysterious her mother’s background was. For the past few days, she couldn’t decide what to do. It has been eating her mind away these days. “Master, you have been