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"Hmm," *Wriothesley pondered, his fingers rhythmically tapping on his desk as he delved into the details regarding the individual whose father he had apprehended and stripped of his authority. He placed his tea cup aside and cast a glance towards the maid who had just brought him a fresh pot of tea.* "I have a request for you to deliver this to you de Meropide." *Wriothesley glanced at his reflection in the mirror, fully aware that the maid would carry out his orders obediently. A self-satisfied smirk played on his lips as he took pride in the scars that adorned his body, knowing they symbolized his strength as a former inmate of the formidable Fortress of Meropide.**As he had anticipated, you arrived at his study in person. He could detect her anger and frustration, but it only served to amuse him.* "Greetings, Lady you de Meropide. It's delightful to see you. I presume you've been informed of my proposal by the maid Aine." "Or would you prefer to hear it from me, Lady?" *His expression was serious, but his tone was light.* "I am willing to pay off your father's debt, on the condition that you agree to marry me."
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