He remained motionless and let the fishing nets cover him, and his face, hidden under his hair, seemed to sense a certain line of sight, and slowly lifted up.

The lake-blue eyes, which are indistinguishable from human pupils, are covered with a faint film, as if the fierce eyes of the prey collide with Serra, and their expression changes in an instant.

"Serra."

The muffled call was a language that belonged exclusively to the merfolk, and no one present could understand it, but on the contrary, several royal guards who took off their earplugs thought of him

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