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The man looks at Praetor, wonder awash on his face. "What? What are you...?" Seeing the serious tone to the warrior's face, he sighs. "Nothing escapes you, warrior."

The Jeiel before Sir Jorge begins to morph, into a familair shape. Blue hair. The ends, clipped in lock-styled hair ornaments. A pair of blue wings. Violet eyes. Lips as red as a blood moon. Glistening silver shoes.

Circe. And she was bowing.

"I mean no harm, Jorge. But you must be the first to know.. that  the reason I came here was so that everyone can feel how Jeiel used to be... one final time."