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"The blade you aimed at my back
Will find its way to yours.
You'll feel the cold sting of betrayal,
And it'll be the same one you left me with." ~Araneae Ruber
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LUELLA BLINKED as she tilted her head. "Iririn?"
"Who is that? No, I mean Irene. Brown skin girl with green hair and eyes. I believe she is your best friend?"
"Yeah, Iririn."
"No, I said her name is—"
Archibald placed his hand over his and shook his head.
"You are talking about the same person."
"Huh? Irene is Iririn?"
Archibald nodded. Meanwhile, Mekov still looked confused but didn't push it anymore.
"Well, her. She is very exceptional, and I believe you have also taken notice of her too."
Before Archibald could answer, Luella shoved her palm on his face.
"You know Iririn?!"
The sudden change in Luella's mood was like a 360. She looked like a child delighted to drag about a fabulous drawing or something.
