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... The Duke

As soon as I fell asleep, I could feel an excruciating chill biting my body, again. I opened my eyes. Just like yesterday, the view of a snowfield and an elf with a white crown entered my sight.

"Good evening, Your Majesty," she greeted me politely.

I stood on my four legs calmly and raised my neck since I was in my Dragon Form. The faint cracking sounds from the crisp refrozen slushy snow followed it

"It's you again," I said.

"Forgive my impuden ...

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