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... nding forms the bedrock of all training, the guarantee that when you extend your hand, it will nuzzle its head into your palm.
So, when Ansel beheld the shift in Seraphina 's countenance at her parents' words, he knew the time was ripe.
At this juncture, he addressed Seraphina with an insouciant and casual demeanor, "Do you genuinely believe, that those nobility's posturing is due to your 'power'?"
"What do you mean, Ansel... L-Lord Ansel?"
Seraphina's voice seeme ...
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