"Dean. Aren't you training?"
Howard tapped Dean on the shoulder.
After His Highness the Grand Duke and Princess Madeleine had departed, the training ground had resumed its usual clamor. But rather than blending into the boisterous atmosphere, Dean stood motionless—facing the direction of the main road where His Highness and the "Princess" had disappeared.
His brown eyes stared blankly ahead, as though he still couldn't believe what he had witnessed.
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