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"How do I look now? Does it look like I cried a lot?" Azarel asks after slapping his cheeks to have a natural red blush in it

Currently, they are still inside the car, traveling towards the venue of tonight's party

Although Azarel wants to maintain his strong, dignified, and untouchable image to the masses, it also wouldn't be bad to 'lead them' into thinking that underneat that tough exterior was a soft and fragile man

That would further solidify people's thinking that he was the innocent one and not his father and that he was merely framed by him

And if something were to happen in the future and Azarel bare his fangs to the public, he can act as if he did not deliberately pretend to be weak inside

"You look like a crying Greek God!" Evren praised with a thumbs up and Azarel nodded his head before he turned to Eddie