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Fifty five
Themis Pov
“How come I was not aware of this?” I asked when Elison, Gwenn and I were taken to the Erisean who returned Orel to them.
“You were so concerned about Orel and so relieved afterwards that no other thoughts entered your mind.” Dyane said as I nodded my head, what Dyane said was the truth and I was extremely glad I saved the Spy when my instincts told me to, regardless of what Gwenn wanted.
“Free him.” I ordered.
“Pardon.” Boan questioned in shock.
“Release him, and reward him and also thank him and ask him what next step he is willing to take.” I added as Boan blinked repeated like he could not believe the order which he was being given.
“I am sorry but Lady Themis, you cannot be serious. His Kinsmen are who we are fighting outside.” Elison said and Boan breathed a sigh of relief.
“I am well aware of the fact that h
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