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... y burnt alongside the mansion. He’d undoubtedly concluded there was no way out and opted to end his life.

Don’t drag Tetem into this for god’s sake.

Although Merc recognized it was futile at this point, she couldn’t help but be angry with the Count for kidnapping and dragging an innocent young girl into this.

Even after exploring the burning mansion for some longer, Merc was unable to locate Tetem. She discovered a slew of other individuals who had already been burned to a cris ...

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