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Baiting a trap for Princess Tutu was this morning's project. This evening Fakir has larger concerns, like the invitation he received to Mytho and the crow-princess's wedding, naming Fakir as a witness.
Damn that Princess Kraehe! Does this mean she doesn't see me as a threat?
She will, very soon. It's time.
I've been fighting my fate long enough.
Fakir dresses, slipping Princess Tutu's pendant into the pocket of his uniform trousers. In the shadows of a Kinkan Town dusk, he crosses the town to the smith's house.
Damn that Princess Kraehe! Does this mean she doesn't see me as a threat?
She will, very soon. It's time.
I've been fighting my fate long enough.
Fakir dresses, slipping Princess Tutu's pendant into the pocket of his uniform trousers. In the shadows of a Kinkan Town dusk, he crosses the town to the smith's house.
