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Wiyzh-Sybylle Landia.*

Imperial Palace,

Beatrix room.

The little girl whose hair was packed in four ponytails, body bare of any jewellery, attired in a knee-length down made of the finest silk and bare-footed, abruptly rose from the chair that she was seated on. Her maid, a tall, green-haired teenager who was dressed in a blue long floral gown and also barefooted, quickly knelt. She also let go of the mirror she was holding with both hands and it started levitating. "Easy, my princess," she ...

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