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Eagle Castle.
The lost but rediscovered laughter echoed inside the study.
"Indeed! This time I certainly chose correctly!"
Hearing Knight Salen's name from Beo Ka's mouth, Lurice suddenly stood up, her urgent movement almost knocking over the ink bottle on the table.
At this moment, she lost the grace of a noble, pacing back and forth in front of the wooden table,
"I knew it! I knew it would be like this!"
Lurice's voice carried obvious pride, her eyes shimmering with light,
"Had we still been mixed with the Cold Blade Clan, Sharon might never have returned!"
Lurice stopped her pacing, clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the force, but her expression was exceptionally radiant.
It was the revelry of a gambler who won a grand bet, and the pride of a politician after a successful strategy.
Lurice indulged in the achievement of making the right choice.
Beo Ka stood conscientiously beside her, wisely not interrupting his master.
