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Intro. "I would like to establish Lucia Swale, the heir of Alves -" The loud drums reinforcing the position he didn't choose. Lucia stood in the throne. Among hundreds of eyes But he only made only one Syon sat still, not applauded, not even smiling. Those eyes clearly said. "You know, right? That it's not yours." Lucius breathe "I will prove ... I am appropriate." Syon stood up and walked in front of him. Unnatural Not to look You don't have to say anything - because of silence. It cuts deeper than the sound. and that ... is the beginning of the war That is not just the throne as a bet (You are the greatest noble age)

Lucius - BL

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