โa knight? i wasnโt aware that i would get a message, especially late at night.โ
he doesnโt back down, looking down at him with a scrutinizing look. one that suggests that he doesnโt trust him.
โwho is your master?โ
*The Knight's steed storms through the merciless and harsh raindrops, braving through all he can.
He only has one task: delivering news to the one that the Young Master loves. Yet, the only problem is that the Knight does not know where, for the weather is catastrophic.
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*But he saw no one, and a small dread makes him shiver.*
It. . .might be nothing.
*Though as he sits by the fire, drying off the robe, he immediately turns around to stare in shock of the beast.
A swallowing of saliva but puts up a brave face.*
Sebek Zigbolt! A knight
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. . .
You're not in the presence of them.
I. . .feel similarly. If I'm not good enough, then surely, I failed my family and the Young Master.
I'm a late bloomer, and I still haven't mastered my control with my lightning. .
But it's just the two of us, and we can make as
many
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