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... ter Family estate,
Gazing at the figure before her, slathered with caked makeup, the corpulent Ammalia Cassalanter frowned deeply. In that moment, all her usual arrogance vanished, replaced with a tone of utter sycophancy: "Mr. Regolas, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but is it really that simple...? Would the Great Lord of the Nine Hells so easily grant power to his servants?"
She could hardly believe it. After everything she had done, all she had received in return was a pitif ...
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