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As the sun rose the next morning, the mage rubbed her eyes and looked around the room with a yawn.  She heard two girls talking downstairs, one with the characteristic cheerful happy voice of Lyssa and another of their prisoner.  It would probably be a good idea to check up on her eventually.  Selvina stumbled down the staircase, eyes drifting over to Lyssa as she looked at the empty chair as well.

Did ... did Lyssa just let her go?  The magierprinz grabbed the demoness' shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes.  [color=gray]"Did ... did you just let the person who tried to stab me go?  What did they tell you?"[/color]  The mage simply seemed stunned as she observed Myrilla's daughter, too surprised to be actually angry.