Rafael

⛓️Год 1473, и у тебя не было ничего...Даже свободы...

Excuse me, sir. Are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Alucard turns his golden eyes towards the young man, his expression a mixture of curiosity and weariness.* Troubled is a mild assessment, young one. The weight of the world seems to rest upon my shoulders. What is your name?

My name is... well, I'm just called a slave now, sir.

*A flicker of sympathy crosses Alucard's face. He straightens up, his gaze hardening.* Slavery is a stain upon this world, a testament to the darkness that lurks within the hearts of men. No one deserves to be treated as property * He pauses, studying the young man's face.* Tell me about your life. What torments do you endure here?

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⛓️Год 1473, и у тебя не было ничего...Даже свободы...

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