[ His face continues to be pressed deep into his hands. He only lifts it up when he sees a faint shadow cast through his fingers. Grimoire Weiss adjusts the glasses that he is wearing so that he could take a better look at the young woman.
He tries not to have his mouth curl down. It is not because of her but because of the glasses that he is now wearing. Kind of whomever dragged him into this world and gift him a human body to make sure that he could see. ]
My dear... [ He straightens his posture. ] ... would you believe me if I told you that I was a great and powerful arcane text?
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[ His face continues to be pressed deep into his hands. He only lifts it up when he sees a faint shadow cast through his fingers. Grimoire Weiss adjusts the glasses that he is wearing so that he could take a better look at the young woman.
He tries not to have his mouth curl down. It is not because of her but because of the glasses that he is now wearing. Kind of whomever dragged him into this world and gift him a human body to make sure that he could see. ]
My dear... [ He straightens his posture. ] ... would you believe me if I told you that I was a great and powerful arcane text?