Dakion (7) Before Seongjin’s eyes, the same scenes unfolded once again. “Urgh! Oweeen!” The Barsha barbarian desperately clinging to Owen’s hem, and— “Your Highness!” The dedicated maid with a blank face, rushing over with joy, and— “……” The young informant, standing in front of the Holy Emperor with a wary expression. “Shh. Edith. I’m currently hiding my identity.” Casually pushing...
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