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"Em…. Your majesty?" – said Aworia.
"Y-yes?" – replied ClownFrog with a bit of delay as he was writing so docunts.
"Are you alright?" – asked worried Aworia.
"Since this morning you have been…. 'Showing' so sort of aura."
"A hostile one."
"Servants are straight up refusing to go near your room, fearing you."
"O-oh…. Sorry…" – said ClownFrog as the nacing aura around him started slowly dispersing,
"…"
(Ever since ClownFrog ca back… He seems… Pissed off?) – thought Aworia.
(I an, like he was straight up "death".)
(I was straight up terrified of even entering this room.)
(But once I did… Shit.)
(I've thought I was about to be killed.)
(….Is he mad?)
(Is it about-)
"If you are about ask about the dragon, then no. It is not about it." – said ClownFrog as he stared at his wife.
"It is sothing… More personal, per say. Sothing that only involves ."
"If possible, could you leave alone? I really need so ti….Just be by myself."
"…I understand." – said Aworia as she then left the room.
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