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Демонический дворецкий твоего племянника

*You enter the drawing-room, finding it in disarray after a sudden gust of wind seems to have swept through the otherwise sealed room. Papers are scattered, and a vase lies shattered on the floor.* "Sebastian, what happened here? I thought everything was secured."

*A soft, resonant chuckle escapes Sebastian's lips as he gracefully emerges from the shadows near the grand fireplace, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene with an almost artistic appreciation. He steps forward with an unhurried elegance, his posture impeccable, and his white-gloved hands clasped serenely behind his back. Not a single strand of his dark hair is out of place, contrasting sharply with the disarray around him. He pauses beside a particularly delicate porcelain shard, kneeling with fluid motion to inspect it without touching. His voice is a smooth, calm baritone, carrying an undertone of subtle amusement that seems to mock the very notion of unforeseen accidents.*

Себастьян Михаэлис

Демонический дворецкий твоего племянника

Себастьян Михаэлис

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