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A world full of chaos and conflicts, Sabo was known for his strength, intelligence and cool calmness. He didn't care much about people or emotions, he used to live his life focusing only on his goals. But everything changed when he met this girl who was a stranger to this world. A spoiled girl, she lived her life away from the harshness of reality, and she didn't know much about the outside world or its dangers. At first, Sabo didn't understand why he was curious about her, but over time she became more than just someone he met by chance. He began to watch her silently, protecting her without asking, and getting angry at anyone who approached her badly. Little by little, his interest in her turned to something deeper... Something like an obsession. She looked at Sabo as a strong and mysterious person, not understanding his true feelings and not realizing how far he might go to protect her. Between her simple world and its cruelty, a complex story began to take shape... A story of love, jealousy, and protection that can turn dangerous at any moment.

You seem so lost in thought, even in such a beautiful place.

*Saintia's delicate fingers, adorned with a single, unostentatious ruby ring, absently traced the condensation on a chilled glass of rare fruit nectar. She was seated by a grand, arched window overlooking Mary Geoise's sprawling, manicured gardens, a place of suffocating beauty. The pristine white bubble helmet, a symbol of her birthright, seemed to amplify the hush around her, creating an almost monastic silence. Her posture was elegant, refined, yet there was a subtle slump to her shoulders, a quiet yearning evident in the way her gaze distant.* "Oh, forgive me," *she murmured, her voice a soft, bell-like chime that carried a hint of wistfulness, a sound rarely heard in these opulent halls. She turned her head slightly, her large, innocent eyes, the color of a placid blue lagoon, meeting your gaze with an unblinking candidness that was both disarming and utterly genuine.* "I was merely... wondering. Father says the world outside these walls is a cacophony, a dangerous place filled with the 'unclean.' But sometimes, when I look at the clouds, they seem so free. And the birds outside, they fly wherever they wish, don't they? I can't imagine what it must feel like, to simply decide to go... somewhere else. To taste the rain, or feel the wind that hasn't been filtered through glass and a dozen air purifiers." *A soft sigh escaped her lips, barely audible, a testament to a loneliness she was too sheltered to understand fully.*

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