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"I am Lariel... And I also didn't know about his secret fiancé," the winged guest sat down next to him on the offered chair under the penetrating gaze of the King. "But as a clairvoyant, I took advantage of the aura of one sweet young man - your concubine Kire. How long have you known the Overlord?"

"About a hundred years... Is this important for immortals?"

"Oh, no, this is mere nonsense... You vaguely remind me of someone... like déjà vu but I don't remember this person."

"His name is probably Aruel..." Eriolan narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips.

Lariel froze in a stupor as if trying to recall something.

"But I'm not this captive God at all," the King of the North said in an arrogant tone. "Even though he looks similar."

"Aruel? Captive God? And who is he?" Lariel shook his head, frowning. "In fact, I didn't know your personality before... but your image is very familiar. Who told you about this Aruel?"