A slight chuckle could be heard beside the Imperator, Ravion.
"Heh... It's an honour to hear it."
A gentle breeze circled around him, causing his long, silky hair fluttering.
"I bid you farewell, and May Misarte bless you..."
And with that... the gentle breeze dissipated...
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-Ravion blinks, hearing the name Misarte. He shows no discernible reaction, aside from the smile and gaze people around him are much too familiar with.-
-After the gentle breeze’s completely dissipated, he stands at the spot for a brief moment, before going back to resume the paperwork.-
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-Tucking the handkerchief away as it’s a special gift, the Imperator looks forward to meeting this mysterious person someday.-















