Those kinds of words shouldn’t be coming out of the mouth of a felon that eyed a brat’s butt.

 

   This world had fallen real far, huh. 

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   Although I had on the grandiose title of a personal butler and even had clothes fitted for it, it wasn’t anything special.

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   Getting used to living at the Orgatorph Mansion was far smoother than I’d thought.

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   After completing its schedule, the escort group immediately departed at the next break of dawn.

 

   When I wondered where Giesse was and asked Lagnis, apparently they’d decided to prepare him a housing at Ogwen and leave him there for a while since going together to the capital right now could get him spotted by the Noble faction and put him in danger instead.

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   The tears of Eldia with a mental age over 30 wasn’t something embarrassing. ‘Cause even the elf who lived 126 years cried, too. They were unquestionably reasonable tears.

 

   “Really amazing, there.”

 

   Asileye got exasperated at my mental gymnastics and slapped my back.

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   It wasn’t a difficult turn of events to guess.

 

   Although I might not know the average of this world, I could tell that my achievements were absolutely not normal. Because of that, I’d easily predicted from the start that Asileye would notice the moment I merely mentioned Ekav. But even so, when the time actually came, I couldn’t look straight into her eyes.

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   Ekav Tusin Orgatorph.

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   This where?

 

   The commander’s tent inside the field camp of self-titled ‘Marquis Lavien Escort Group’ set up on Ogwen’s outskirts.

 

   I who?

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   Asileye whipped a merciless back thrashing the moment she woke up.

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