RAE
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A strange rumor started circulating in the Imperial Palace. âDid you hear? That rumor.â âWhat rumor?â âYou know, about His MajestyâsâŠâ âOhhh, that aide. Looks really young, doesnât he?â âHe is, but apparently, his work ethic is something else.â âI heard Sir Belden tried to mess with him last time and ended up paying for it.â âOh, the way you say things is so misleading.â âWhatâs misleading? You mean, the âmessing with himâ part? Well,âŠ-
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Heraithâs eyebrow twitched. âYouâre asking for Luce?â âOh, is his name Luce? Thatâs a cute name.â Joachim smirked, even giving Lucian a playful wink for good measure. He certainly was a charming man. His laid-back attitude, unusual for someone of royal status, was quite a contrast to Heraithâs prickly nature. But that charm seemed to have little effect on Lucian. In fact, it was almost the opposite. âThis is so annoying. Am I an object or something to be handedâŠ
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Lucian blinked. He stared back blankly into Heraithâs piercing gaze before snapping back to his senses as Heraithâs voice cut through, âWhat exactly are you planning to do?â âExcuse me?â What on earth was he talking about? Lucian frowned, a bit perplexed. âIâm not sure what you mean, Your Majesty.â Heraithâs face turned even grimmer at Lucianâs puzzled response. âI asked why you agreed to Joachimâs request.â âAgreedâŠ?â Lucian tilted his head, stillâŠ
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In an instant, Lucianâs face grew even stiffer than before. The more Prince Joachim watched him with mischievous curiosity, the more Lucianâs face hardened. âCanât believe I have to listen to this kind of garbage.â Well, at least his expression didnât betray his thoughts as usual; maybe that was lucky. Lucian glanced at the teacup placed before him, smacking his lips at the bitter taste forming in his mouth. He smelled the sweet fragrance of tea rose, but his mood was beginning toâŠ
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It wasnât Leo Sebastian. The man who had aimed the gun at Leo had been shot. âWha⊠What?â Still clutching Ian tightly, Lloyd dove aside. Leo did too, but unfortunately, Lloyd was quicker. He swiftly picked up the gun dropped by the fallen man and pointed it into the darkness. âWhoâs there? Who are you?!â Ian struggled to escape from Lloydâs grip. Lloyd then pulled Ian close, using him as a human shield. âWhoever you are, come out! Or else,âŠ-
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Of all the memories Ian had lost, the one he had left untouched until the very end was about Marcus Winchell. He couldnât remember Marcusâ occupation or appearance. It was different from recalling the things Marcus had said or done when retracing the events. To Ian, Marcus Winchell was merely a foster father whom he had killed, a criminal who had abused him. Nothing about Marcus Winchell as a person remained within him. Even without knowing this, the Revenant already understood what Ianâs mostâŠ
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Ignoring Ianâs comment, the man struggled to put on his shirt, leaving the front unbuttonedâit was too much hassle to fasten alone. His athletic, perfectly toned torso remained exposed, every muscle defined with effortless precision. Ian let out a quiet chuckle, amused by the irony. He wasnât the type to admire another manâs physique, yet here he was. âThanks for saving me,â Ian finally muttered, his tone lacking any real gratitude. The man nodded silently, equally unaffected by any senseâŠ
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âThereâs nothing! There are plenty of other hackers out there. I canât keep bringing you these trivial jobs, alright? Iâm a broker; I need a reputation. Keep this up, and Iâll end up looking like a small-time dealer. This is business, Ian. Weâre not friends.â Tim made his stance as clear as possible. Finally, Ian seemed to realize that Tim had made up his mind. What a pain. Ian sighed inwardly. Heâd wanted to avoid any jobs that might get him tangled up with the police, but itâŠ
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Lloydâs words were tempting. Ian realized heâd been buried under worry, so worn out that the idea of trusting someone elseâLloyd, evenâalmost sounded sweet. âNo.â But he couldnât bring himself to trust him. âIâll sell the house, but I wonât leave it to you.â Ian didnât trust people, his doubt as deep as a thirst. âGo.â He shrugged and turned to leave the kitchen first. His grip on the wine opener was tight; he half-expected Lloyd to come lunging after him. TheâŠ
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It just had to rain. Ian Winchell stared absentmindedly at the raindrops collecting on the red rose he held. The misty drizzle came down thick and chilly, seeping into him until he shivered without even realizing it. âMomâŠâ Ian reached into a box of old memories he thought heâd forgotten and pulled out the biggest oneâjust two syllables in Korean. 'Mom...' That was it. He had nothing more to say to the mother who had chosen suicide two days ago. Maybe it was something to beâŠ
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