Arc 3, Chapter 155 — The Fool
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They say nothing hurts more than the sting of regret.
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"Ghouls." Henry's voice whispered in the air with a magnetic resonance.
Beside Henry was Claudina, one of his Lieutenants. She has been beside Henry since the beginning, like a dog on a leash.
She was stunning beauty with a pair of glasses, bangs, and the rest of her sandy Blonde hair tied in a single French braid that went down to her waist.
Her uniform equally looked like a sleeveless suit. Rather than a skirt, she wore pants, well fitted displaying her curves. And on her hands were long gloves that went past her elbows.
As Henry spoke, Claudina stepped forward to light the cigar he took out of his chest pocket.
Who was he, Henry Lamperouge?—Head of Department 5 in charge of Diplomatic Relations.
A cold light flickered through his pupils. His demeanor was casual, as if unbothered with so many eerie cries from all around them.
