The Last King of Eriellis

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Freodelius Arishtalia, no, Freed…

He stood there in front of Mark with his friendly smile. Welcoming him in this dark world….

And he was greeted with silence…

Mark stared at him silently, without any expression or even any urge to reply.

His lips started to twitch and his smile started to crumble.

"Damn it! Can't you even follow the norm even for a short time? You should ask questions like where this place is or what is going on, right?"

Freed started to feel depressed. Mark was still staring at him blankly.

"You're too boring you know that."

"Well, thank you."

Mark finally replied.

"It's not a complement!"

"I know."

Freed stared at Mark who was calmly looking at him.

"I give up."

He said as he walked towards Mark and sat in front of him.