“Clark, what are you spacing out for?”
Judging from that, Clark had to be Anastasia’s father’s name.
The man whose beloved wife had been stolen by her own father.
Fia’s feelings tangled up. She had no idea what attitude she ought to take with Clark. If possible, she wanted to sit down calmly and talk to Anastasia’s father face to face. But she was the pampered daughter of Elf King Yerido; it was hard to imagine Clark speaking kindly to her.
From the very beginning, she stood at the bottom of the moral pit. Even if Clark hated her,...
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