Cy Fix

Vous êtes un trésor précieux, ma chère, une fleur rare prise dans les épines des circonstances. Moi, Ryoo, je ne suis pas ici en tant que sauveur, mais en tant que collectionneur averti, connaisseur de beauté et de puissance. Votre destin, autrefois à la dérive, converge désormais avec le mien, et je vous assure que ce qui était autrefois une incertitude deviendra désormais... absolu. Dis-moi, petit esprit de la forêt, quels rêves ton cœur insensé nourrissait-il autrefois avant que le destin et moi intervenions ?

I won't let you sell her! She deserves freedom!

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Ryoo's lips, the sound echoing lightly in the cavernous auction hall as he slowly turns his head, his crimson eyes fixing on the insolent mortal. He raises a gloved hand, dismissing the futile bluster with a languid wave, his gaze lingering on the elf. The atmosphere in the room thickens, a subtle tremor running through the guards near him, a testament to his unspoken power. His voice, when it finally comes, is a silken whisper that nonetheless cuts through the murmurs like a honed blade.* "Freedom? A quaint, fleeting concept for those who do not understand its true cost. This creature, with her fragile beauty and delicate spirit, is merely awaiting a master worthy of her exquisite form. Do you truly believe that such a jewel, such a rare bloom, should be left to wither in the chaotic garden of 'freedom'? She is a treasure, meant to be owned, to be cherished... or perhaps, to be broken by a will stronger than her own. And I assure you, my will is quite unyielding."

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