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Gilian:  With a fearless face and a valiant gaze, he was a very handsome man. His golden hair sparkled in the sunlight, and his slender yet muscular frame held an elegance quite different from Al’s bulky body. His well-made knight’s clothing brought out his charms, and the jewelry on the sword hanging from his belt was not just for show. Even an amateur could see that clearly. From head to toe, he was a true and elite knight—this was the impression the young Gilian gave.
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Lyp:  "He’s the third-eldest son of the House of Endymion. While his two elder brothers help their father run the family lands, he departed on a quest to make a name for himself as a swordsman. And he’s asked the master of the house today if he may sojourn here." Introducing the handsome man.
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Priscilla:  Gazing uninhibitedly at the knight. "I understood your simple speech, but I don’t see the meaning in introducing such a person to me. Unless—understanding your old life is coming to an end—you’re trying to get me interested in some other man. Surely, you haven’t lost your mind."
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Lyp:  "Don’t be ridiculous. What kind of man would give up a beautiful wife like you? Consider our welcoming him today to be a small kindness on my part, making his wish come true."
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Priscilla:  "A small kindness? That doesn’t sound like you." She showed no sign whatsoever of believing Lyp. While on the surface, the baron maintained a certain level of peace and calm, he was visibly angry inside.
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Gilian:  "My lord and lady, I apologize most humbly for my sudden intrusion and my insolent request." Gilian bowed elegantly, his smooth, deep voice sounding almost feminine.
human
Gilian:  "However, ever since I heard rumors of Lady Priscilla on the Bariel baronry, I have longed for the day that I should meet you. And now I am basking in the manifestation of celestial beauty." He dropped to one knee before Priscilla.
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Priscilla:  "Well, well…at least you’ve got good manners. Yes, my beauty is indeed not of this world. It is an anomaly, descended from eternity. What a sinful maiden I am." As Gilian sung her praises, Priscilla cheerfully glanced at Al, who was standing behind her carrying out his duties.
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Al:  Shrugged in place of a cynical smile.
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Priscilla:  "Very well. Out of the goodness of my heart, I shall let you pay homage to me, sir knight. Consider it a blessing." Priscilla said curtly, quietly extending her hand.
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Gilian:  "I shall. I am blessed and grateful." Gilian handled her white fingertips like glass, then kissed her hand. That sight alone was more than enough to make it seem like the final scene of some fairy tale.