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Count Zairon anxiously waited for the sun to set.
‘We’re in the middle of a civil war, and this man is like this. I know he’s my master, but still... this is ridiculous.’
The servant inwardly scoffed. The situation was dire. It wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone if a full-scale war broke out tomorrow. If one went up the walls, they would easily see the enemy constructing siege towers and battering rams in preparation for an attack.
‘Even in a time like this, he's fretting over some woman.’
The servant glanced at Count Zairon.
"The sun has finally set! Let's go!"
Zairon exclaimed, looking at the darkening sky. He wanted to leave much earlier if he could, but the one he was meeting with was Princess Damia who was a hostage of Duke Harmatti. Duke Harmatti must not know about any affection between the hostage and him.
Creak, creak.
Zairon launched a boat behind the outer walls. The sea was rough.
"Where are you going, my lord?" A guard on the ramparts asked.
"I’m just going out for some night air," Zairon replied nonchalantly.
The guard just nodded. What the nobles did in their downtime was none of his business.
"Be careful, my lord. The sea is rough tonight, and the clouds don't look too good either," the guard remarked as he looked up at the sky.
"That's none of your conce...
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