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Theresia:  Theresia van Astrea had changed into a formal outfit, and Carol could not help exclaiming.
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Carol:  "You look stunning, Lady Theresia.”
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Theresia:  Theresia’s red hair now reached down to her hips. Her eyes were still blue as a cloudless sky, and her skin was almost translucently pale. She was the picture of irresistible beauty, which was only fitting for Carol’s master. "Thank you, Carol. Your dress suits you perfectly, as well.” There was that thin smile again.
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Carol:  Carol was dressed up much the way Theresia was, and as grateful as she was for the younger woman’s words of praise, there was a loneliness in her heart that separated her from her master. Today there was to be a ceremony to mark the end of the war, with Theresia as the guest of honor. She had ended the endless conflict between humans and demi-humans. The whole world would be introduced to Theresia, the Sword Saint, the embodiment of humanity’s hope. It was a day that left Carol with a flurry of emotions. She was also proud, of course—there could have been no greater honor than to serve at Theresia’s side as her attendant. The common people were immensely enamored of Theresia. It seemed as if everyone who could get to the capital had packed into the castle to try to get a glance at her. It was unmistakable proof that Carol’s master had truly been acknowledged and embraced by the world.