C1130 Wild Grass

The fox's face flickered in the light of the ballroom lights.

His eyes were clear as he looked at the curved blade that was slowly wiping clean in his hand. He was extremely focused and serious. A faint smile blossomed on the corners of his mouth. It was as if the fox enjoyed this process.

In the eyes of the fox, the scimitar in its hand was the best work of art.

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