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... at Irid as though he pitied him.
“Your Highness... This is merely an illusion.”
“Do not insult the time I spent with her...!”
A firmer grip tightened on the magician’s neck. Irid glowered at the magician with enough intensity to kill, and the magician sighed deeply as if singed by the gaze.
“What do you hope to gain by denying that it’s an illusion?”
“...What?”
Then, he began to spout the words of a madman.
“This is much simpler, Your High ...
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