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The trial

Cecilia let out a heavy sigh after she drank a glass of cold calamansi juice. It's look as same as the orange juice.

It tasted like combination of lemonade-limeade hybrid, but more tropical and aromatic. A perfect refreshment in hot weather or for wrath of man.

"Are you okay, Miss Lancia?" The Holy Priest smiling gently. He is the one who didn't drink it. "You shouldn't direct your anger to things around you."

"Yes, I understand." She nodded and keep her head as low as she can. "Please do forgive my rudeness."

"It's okay. As long as you regret it."

No one responded this time because everyone, except the priest, looks gloomy.

"Why did everyone seem dissatisfied? Should we reconnect to the other side of the world?"

Max shook his head. "I have already seen more than I need."

Duke Lancia silently staring at his empty glass.

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