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The moon was as cold as ice. Cracks suddenly came from the living room of the prince's manor.

"Hector! Paris! "Just you wait, I, Iphobos, will trample you under my feet!" Iforos, who was dressed in black, let out a heavy gasp while resting his hands on the table.

"Your Highness, why are you so angry?" Douglas appeared behind him like a ghost.

"Your Royal Highness, in my opinion