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The woman smiled, and there was so much warmth and tenderness in her smile that the young man instantly lost all his fighting spirit. The stranger was short and looked incredibly fragile. The milky white skin seemed to radiate its own radiance. The woman tilted her head to the side, looking at the blond with a curious glance, her long snow-white hair sliding over the sloping shoulder and delicate silk of her light silver dress.

“You love her,” the woman spoke tenderly. Her ringing voice resembled the enchanting chime of bells, “You finally allowed your heart to melt.”

Tantario looked blankly at the white-haired woman, and suddenly remembered the terrible picture of the dying Aira. Embarrassed, the blond wiped away the tears on his cheeks. How painful and sad he is from the mere thought that the Chosen One could have suffered because of him!

- Am I dreaming again? - the young man’s voice trembled and his eyebrows frowned.

The stranger rose with the elegance and grace characteristic of