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An hour later, sipping tea from a cup that had just been filled by one of her maids, Seline shuddered as she remembered that all-consuming fear that had filled her at that moment she knew she would never forget in her life.

She was wearing the same white silk gown she had donned before, but it was wrinkled now due to how much she had been clutching and releasing it, unable to keep her hands still every time she relived that memory. The other two beside her were just as disturbed; in fact, when she looked at them, she felt faint pride as she saw that she was handling it much better.

'After all, it wasn't my stupid idea that brought about that display of power. And, oh my, so much power! The Forn are indeed the Forn…'