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(...) How is it that she became such a figure in his dreams π¬ΊΝΝΝπ¬ΊΝΝΝ kingship ? Though, it must have been incredible hearing her lips speak title so casually. As if she were relaying him as an equalβher voice deep, plain, modest yet, commanding (...)
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The young man adjusted his white coat, letting a simple cough through before focusing back onto her emerald eyes.
β I will say, it does feel like a burden hath been lifted away when i disclosed such a thing, i hate concealment, even if my skills are suited best to covert (β¦)
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(...) religious invaders. Was this the same man she had met all that time ago ?... For a moment her mind's spaced out, eyes turning to dotsβalmost comedically. An armored finger raisedβ
β· What has happened to youβ... you appear so young. How could you (...)
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β· Y-you're... miss Artoria, would you aquire a coat for such harsh winds? Protect that skin of yours ! (π¦οΌ)
βAs for why. I am, scouring for a certain Foreigner-class servant that has been hunting me down as of late. Or knights that is... β΄
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β· Such a strange, novel title to hold. As for mineβyou may refer to me as the class Saber... It's a marketable name so I'll be spinning it. β΄ βNot a name or occupation but it still worked as far as she was concerned.
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βI am Tsar Vali of Aelantar, a traveling Monarch.β
His own hand rested naturally on his blade, but there was no tension or indication that he will draw it, for all one might be able to tell he seems outright relaxed.
βAnd who are you in turn? I can make guesses, accurate ones-
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β· Now then am I having my doubtsβthankyou for your reassuring words but, I'll be shaping into my armor plates if needed ayβ...
... βYou there's something off about you ( caster )... β΄ βshe had read something faint in his spirit origin.
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β· Hm ? new summer attire Passionlipβ... It most suites you. I'm glad to see that you're enjoying your vacation.
Normally... it doesn't fair suite a knight to dress shamelessly out in the open. I suppose times have changed... π¬ΊΝΝΝπ¬ΊΝΝΝ th-thankyou. β΄
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β· Flat Escardosβ you're a sΝpΝeΝcΝtΝaΝcΝlΝeΝ of a masterβwith such a strange π¬ΊΝΝΝπ¬ΊΝΝΝ optimistic view on learning.
βIt would be my hΝoΝnΝoΝr to serve as your servant. Class, Saber ! ... β΄
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