I was doing another round through the wounded when Evanna grabbed the hem of my robe, sobbing with every breath. "Benedict, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Can you please just come back to me?"I frowned. "General Johnson, please show some self-respect.""Benedict, you still have feelings for me, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked for an imperial order to execute Clay, the wretch he was!" She clung to my robe like a madwoman, trying to press herself against me.I stepped back and looked at her with cool detachment."Benedict, don't go! I know that even though you and Princess Ophelia are always together, you don't truly feel anything for her, right? I swear I know where I went wrong, and I promise I won't do it again. Please, come home with me." Evanna laughed and cried all at once, her eyes full of desperate pleading.I crouched down so we were eye to eye and spoke each word slowly, afraid she might miss a single one."You're wrong. I, Benedict Campbell, love
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