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Miklotov:  Miklotov’s hoarse murmur struck the silent gallery like a thunderbolt. “—The Apocalypse Beast of Eternal Frost.”
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Puck:  Puck’s ears twitched as he answered the old man. “Ah, that’s right, some people have called me that. Seems you’re informed for a youngin.”
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Miklotov:  “To be treated like a youngster at my age is an experience I ought to treasure deeply.” Though everyone else was tense, Miklotov’s razor-sharp wit permitted him to maintain his cool in Puck’s presence.
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Puck:  Puck responded to the old man’s attitude with a pompous flick of his tail. “You are free to call me whatever you like. But if you want details about who and what I am, you should ask him over there, not me.”
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Miklotov:  At Puck’s suggestion, Miklotov called out to Roswaal. “I suppose so… Lord Roswaal?”
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Roswaal:  Accepting the call, Roswaal solemnly lowered his head before motioning to Puck and Emilia with one hand each. “As you have surmised, Lord Miklotov… This is a supernatural being, one of the Great Spirits of yore, known to our forefathers as the Apocalypse Beast of the Eternal Frost. And currently, he is Lady Emilia’s contracted spirit.”
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Bordeaux:  Bordeaux’s fixed Puck with a stare, his voice hoarse from the extent of his shock. “It can’t be! One of the Four Great Spirits in someone’s service…and that of a half-demon at that!”
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Puck:  “That youngin included, the lot of you should all be grateful to Lia that I’m not turning this place into a glacier right now. My cute, beloved daughter pleaded to me, so I will behave.—If she wasn’t stopping me, you’d all be icicles right now.” The casual way he said it only made the threat seem that much frostier, chilling all those in the chamber to the bone.
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Miklotov:  The sight of Miklotov jubilantly slapping his thighs seemed enormously out of place. “—Ho, ho, ho! Even my heart skipped a beat. Allow me to call this a most amusing presentation.” When the lives of everyone present were at the mercy his supremely powerful paw—the sudden sound of an inhalation sounded awfully loud.
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Puck:  Miklotov’s words caused Puck to drop his expression and shrug his shoulders. “Mm, we’re busted. See, Roswaal? I told you it wasn’t good to overdo things.”
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Roswaal:  Amid the bewildered onlookers, Roswaal lightly smacked his own forehead. “Oh myyy, and I had such confidence… It is so dispiiiriting.”
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Onlooker:  “W-wait…! What in the world are you talking about?” It seemed only Puck, Roswaal, and Miklotov were in on this elaborate joke.
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Roswaal:  Roswaal finally shifted his gaze to the bewildered Bordeaux and said, “To put it simply—this exchange was the speech from Lady Emilia’s camp.