━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Chapter 239━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Lately, Antonio often stared off into the distance with a blank expression, then snickered to himself, or else frowned. Those symptoms began after Eve answered that she would think over harmony with Belteor. ‘The Seventh Imperial Princess Evienrose……’ He felt an unfamiliar exhilaration pass through his chest. It was a queasy stirring he had never once felt from...
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