Actually, Helen hoped that the man would not hear her say thank you.
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It was a trivial thing, and she didnât want him to know that she was touched by every little thing.
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She hoped that the man would see her a bright and warm princess.
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âHere we are.â
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The man called Helen, as if they had arrived somewhere.
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âItâs the door.â
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It was on the opposite side of the door Helen had come in.
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âPerhaps this is closer to the Emperorâs Lion Palace.â
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âLionâs Palace?â
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âOh, I mean the main palace. Itâs the palace where the emperor resides.â
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âAh⌠I think the emperor locked me up.â
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âHuhâŚ!â
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âWhy are you so surprised?â
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The man said nonchalantly.
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He didnât even seem to know what he had done wrong.
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âIf the others hear, you will be punished for insulting the emperor.â
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The manâs ears hurt from Helenâs nag.
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âThis man is reallyâŚ!â
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âDonât give me that headache, just look at this.â
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The man tugged on Helenâs arm, making her move a little closer to him.
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Helen stood next to the man and stared at him.
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He reached out to grab the door handle.
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As soon as his hand touched the door handle, there was a strong spark and the wind blew.
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The wind even sent the books stuck in the bookshelf flying.
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âSo thatâs why he kept me close.â
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The man gripped Helen tightly with his right hand.
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Her hair fluttered as she shook.
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âUgh.â
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Helen heard a groan sound.
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She saw now that his left hand was cramping as it gripped the door with each flash of light.
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âWhat are you doing!â
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Helen yanked him away in surprise.
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The man finally released the door handle.
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With a whoosh sound, all the sparks disappeared.
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âWhaâŚwhat is it?â
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The man repeatedly squeezed and stretched his left hand that held the door a few times.
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His muscles were still trembling slightly.
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âThis is why I canât leave the room.â
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âYou believe me, donât you?â
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ââŚ.â
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If Helen didnât see it with her own eyes, she didnât think she would believe him.
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The man grabbed the doorknob and a bolt of lightning came down, and the wind blew at the dead end.
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So he showed it to her.
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âBut youâre hurt, arenât you?â
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âI will be fine tomorrow.â
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There were many strange things about the manâs body.
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The library, which was so messed up that it always reset itself when he passed out in the morning, and his own body, which was stabbed with a blade, were back to normal.
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If Helen hadnât come, he would have thought he was living the same day over and over again.
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âAre you alright? Are you hurt?â
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The man asked calmly.
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âNow is the time to worry about me? Whatâs about your hand? How are you?â
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âIâm fine.â
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The man hid his left hand.
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He didnât seem to want to show it, but Helen clung to his arm.
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âOh, let me see it quickly!â
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âWhat are you going to do when you see it?â
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âIf youâve been badly injured, you need to be treated!â
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Helen said with her eyes wide open.
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The man hesitantly held out his hand.
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His skin was burned red.
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It must be a painful wound, but there were no signs of hurt on the manâs expression.
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âAh, that looks painful⌠What should I doâŚ?â
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Helenâs eyes fluttered in bewilderment.
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A wound of this magnitude was enough to require a high treatment.
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However, it was very expensive to call a high-level priest. It cost an ordinary official a monthâs salary to call in a lower-ranking priest already.
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âIâll get the medicine for you.â
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âIâll be fine.â
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The man hid his injured hand from Helen. If he knew she was so worried, he would not show his hand to her.
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The sight of Helen in shock made the manâs conscience ache.
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âTry to open the door. I canât open it.â
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âYesâŚâ
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Helen was still worried about the manâs hand.
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He was a knight holding a sword. She knew how important his hands were to him, but he didnât seem to know.
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âI have to tell him how important his hands are next time.â
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âDo it quickly.â
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At the manâs urging, Helen stood in front of the door.
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She was afraid to grab the doorknob, knowing that when the man grabbed it, it caused a violent reaction.
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âWhat if myâŚmy hand gets hurt tooâŚ?
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âI donât think so.â
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âHow can you be sure?â
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Helen asked languidly.
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She wanted to ask.
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There must be a reason why he was so certain.
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She asked the man with faint hope.
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âJustâŚâ
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ââŚJust? You just got hurt, and Iâm supposed to trust your senses and just open it up when I might burn my hands?â
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Helen shuddered in panic.
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Her hands were already starting to sting at the thought of them burning like that.
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Helen quickly hid her hands behind her back from the man with a frightened look on her face, and the man chuckled as he covered his mouth with his hand.
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âWhy are you laughing?â
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âOh⌠Nothing⌠NoâŚâ
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The man turned his head to the side, holding back his laughter.
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Then Helenâs face became more anxious.
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The manâs laughter was warm, but the situation was strange.
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If her hands get burned, that will make him laugh?
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He really was a strange man.
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As Helen wrinkled her brow, the manâs laughter stopped.
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âAre women normally that cute?â
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âWhatâŚ?â
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Helen was dumbfounded. She was very confused by the manâs words as he laughed.
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âYou look like a chirping chick.â
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âI look like a chick?â
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Because of the color of Helenâs hair, the way she spoke and acted, he thought Helen looked like a chick.
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The yellow chick that he saw in the book chasing after the mother hen.
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The way she followed his footsteps, the way her eyes squint, and the way her voice always chek-chek.
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They were very similar.
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The man stroked Helenâs head as he examined her.
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âToday the killers came through this door. He walked in easily so I thought the boundary was gone. But I guess Iâm the only one who canât do it. Youâll be able to open it.â
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Was that what it was?
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It seemed that the man wanted to convince her of what he noticed today.
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But he didnât have to show it with his action.
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Helen felt sorry that his hand was burned.
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Helen let out one big breath, then slowly reached for the doorknob.
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âItâs true.â
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âLook at that.â
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Nothing happened when Helen opened the door.
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There was no small flame, and it was still, let alone the wind.
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In addition, when the door flashed open, it was followed by a corridor similar to the one on the west side from which he had come. It was a dead end.
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Helen closed the door again and looked at the man.
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âStill, the joke was awful. I really thought my hands were going to burn.â
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Helen folded her arms and said in a stern voice.
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The man immediately apologized to Helenâs sulky face.
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âIâm sorry.â
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He lowered his head and kissed Helenâs hand.
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âIs this how itâs supposed to be done? I read about it in a book.â
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âNo, itâs a vow. An oath.â
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âAn oath?â
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âItâs an oath that knights take. That they will protect someone for the rest of their lives.â
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âThatâs good to know. Then I swear.â
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âNo, you do that to someone you love.â
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Helen said resolutely.
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Then the man tugged on Helenâs hand, ignoring the shaking of Helenâs shoulders.
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âYouâre too close.â
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âBut thereâs still many things on the floor. Arenât you afraid youâll fall?â
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Gasp.
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Helen held her breath.
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The corpses in her imagination flashed through her mind again, though she had forgotten about it until now.
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The man chuckled as he saw Helen following him, stiff with tension.
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âWouldnât it be better if I held you?â
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âOh, no⌠Thatâs a little too much.â
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âRight. Because you have a husband.â
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What kind of husband doesnât say anything when his wife disappears every night?
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Could it be that she was in trouble?
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The manâs brow wrinkled. He was angry at the husband, who he didnât even know.
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He thought he would kill the husband if the woman couldnât come because of him (the husband).
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âDoesnât your husband get angry when you disappear every night?â
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âAhâŚâ
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Helen was puzzled by the manâs question.
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âShould I say my husband is the emperor?â
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But the man believed that the person who had placed the curse on him was the emperor.
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If she told him the truth, he wouldnât be so gentle.
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Strangely, she felt sorry. And it was unfair.
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âIâve never seen my husbandâs face.â
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Helen had seen a lot more of this man than her husband. She was very perplexed by the situation, but she decided to help him, so she kept her mouth shut for the time being.
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âHe doesnât care. Heâs not interested in me.â
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âOh?â
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She appreciated the manâs words and expression, âIâm appalled.â
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How could the husband didnât care for his wife?
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The manâs words were empowering to Helen. Of course, it was a reaction he could make because he didnât know any better.
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Eventually they arrived at the first place again.
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They sat down on a couch in the center where a stack of books filled one wall.
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âSo what do we do now to escape?â
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The man scratched his head, seemingly unable to come up with a solution. His face looked frustrated.
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Helen pondered for a moment and then looked at his arm.
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She could see letters written in the language of Idelberg.
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âDo you still have the writing on your arm?â
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âEven if I erase it, it comes back the same every day. Itâs like a curse.â
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She thought the man erased it long ago.
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Helen couldnât believe the words came back like it wrote itself. She didnât know who locked this man up, but she thought it was really strange too.
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And how could they lock up such a strong man? They must not be ordinary.
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âCan I see your arm?â
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âOf course.â
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[Donât let the others find out. Donât leave the library.]
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Helen stared at the writing on his tanned arm.
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The handwriting was very beautiful. It looked like it was written by an educated man. And he used the language of Idelberg.
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âIt seems like it was written by an Idelberg nobleman.â
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âHow can you tell?â
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âThe very neat handwriting shows that he grew up with education, and he used the language of Idelberg.â
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âIs this the language of Idelberg?â
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âYes.â
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Helen was able to use both her native language and the language of Idelberg.
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Idelberg was the largest continent on the peninsula. All the Princes and Princesses from the smaller countries learned the language of Idelberg from an early age.
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âCome to think of it, you could read this language too.â
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The man nodded. He looked a little bemused.
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âThen it seems that you are also an Idelberger.â
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âIdelberg manâŚâ
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The man murmured with surprised eyes. It was a moment of enlightenment.
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He was a knight of Idelberg.
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What did he do to get trapped here?
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Helenâs curiosity was also growing.
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âCan you read books as well?â
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âOf course.â
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âThen, were there any other foreign books you could read?â
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Helen picked out a selection of books that had the languages of other countries.
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The man opened the first page of the book and read it calmly.