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An invitation for seclusion. Did he intend to pick a fight with her? She would not dare to release her power in such a crowded area, even despite the privacy a rooftop suggested. It was daylight and the building was still filled with people. Lest she risk the chance of catching them up in the crossfire, she will refrain unless prompted to otherwise. Perhaps he will give her answers instead.
Heels clack against the tiles as she follows after him, impassive countenance slowly creasing into a frown. It is not long until they reached their intended destination, and the Lord rests her crimson gaze on the other in veiled apprehension.
   â You clearly know of me. But I do not know you. Would you like to answer the question I gave you earlier now, since you seem to be fond of privacy? â
Removal of glasses as he stares with perfect sight towards the other, so this was another noble, a powerful one at that. If sources were correct -and these days they were not- he would determine her to be the lord of all nobles. Something almost as close to the Noblesse if need be, but not to the same capacity as expected.Â
  âYou can call me Dr. Crombel, a elder of the union.â
Honesty was to be expected, but there would be lies upon lies gifted upon the noble.Â
  âI suppose, with how much power you have, would it be safe to say your one of the  clan leaders, or perhaps the lord of nobles?â












