Arturo made a scoffing sound. ‘You think Lumiere will invade because of you? Are you that important?’ Froi looked away. ‘Usable would invade if you kidnapped a servant, let alone a friend.’‘Usable? We’re on first-name terms with the Queen of Lumiere, are we?’ Gagarin asked. Froi found himself bristling. ‘What? Do you think I’m some cutthroat for hire who they found hanging around the palace walls with the words “I want to kill a Charité King” tattooed on my ass?

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