Chapitre 118: Chapter 118- Morning Article

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"Their sins are the fuel for my wrath. They shattered my soul; I'll shatter their reality. Their treachery will be their tombstone. They will taste the poison of their own betrayal." ~Araneae Ruber

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SOON AFTER all the workers, Brighter, Wulsi and Ira stood outside their carriage. They were going with the total of five carriages. Three for gifts, one for the workers and the other was for Archibald.

"Where is his grace?" Wulsi asked, pulling out the pocket watch from his sleeve. 

"He should be out soon." Brighter answered. Wulsi looked at her, analyzing her clothes.

"You clean up nicely"

"Well, we are going to see the next grand duchess. We can't have her thinking we don't have class in the dukedom." Brighter replied, adjusting the clothes.

"Uncomfortable."

"Yes, I prefer silk robes to this Lacey, fancy gowns."

"Tell me about it. Ira joined, turning away from Vernon.