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King Lucien's hand fisted tighter. He fixed the old man with his eyes, "Are we done here, Sonma. I need to be somewhere else."

"Oh, w-we're almost done, Your Highness."

The King glared at him.

Sonma swallowed tightly, "Gotta cast spells now, Your Highness. Need silence n' focus." He closed his eyes and tried his best to clear out his mind.