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"Ah, I see." Arthus kept himself seated.

"Arthus? Arthus benovere?" A young woman comes over to the table, a smirk on her face. She places a goblet of wine on the table in front of Arthus, and brushes her blonde hair behind her back. "Don't think you can hide from me for too long, old man."

"Ah, Amelia. What a pleasure." Arthus smiled and stood up, doing a little bow to Amelia.