Page 132 of First Offense
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Not her father.
But herparents.
Holy… Gates…
Was it true? Or was this just another game? A test? A trick of reformation?
The last of the Noir dynasty.
Layla’s parents.
A plague.
Rogue Noir in the human world.
None of it made any sense. And yet, it did to an extent.
The watch on the ground near Novak’s foot suddenly beeped to life, the thing clearly not broken despite his hefty stomp.
An image floated out of it, one resembling a paper with script.
Welcome to the future, Princess Layla.
Which crown will you choose?
—Sayir
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