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Myrtle scratched her head in confusion while looking here and there aimlessly. She was not focused but out of nowhere a unified loud sound entered her ears that came from down the stairs.

"Greetings your Highness! The Sun of the Empire!"

Myrtle's eye twitched suddenly. "The Sun of what?" She mumbled to herself. "Isn't that Syrus? But why would he be here?" She poked her head and looked down the stairs from the corner and saw Syrus walk in through the doors with a few of his guards. He was wearing a white tailcoat with black breeches and was emitting a very desirable aura. Myrtle was almost smitten by his looks but shook her head sideways to get her sanity back.