TO TRUST... IT WOULDN'T HURT, RIGHT? "Your last name." "I don't have one." *** Honour. Strength. Respect. Royal Protectors was the Royal of Sierra's pride. Acelin turned himself into the Protectors Academy. Neither for the honour nor the respect. But for the killer of his mother. He then found himself to befriend with a hooded figure, who happened to be his roommate at the academy. For they both were the exceptions in the first place.
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