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... p> A... a trick of the eyes?
Mordred was shocked by the bold thought that popped into her head.
She scrutinized the golden-haired girl who had returned to the living room and was now sitting quietly.
Her features vaguely resembled Father’s, yet she lacked any of Father’s regal majesty.
Not to mention, her chest was as flat as a board, with almost no discernible curves.
If this were Father, then the little friend beside her would have to be the Beast of Hum ...
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