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Creasing the map with his hand, Ramiel stepped back, picking it up from the chair. Tilting his head slightly to the left with a goofy smile present on his lips, Ramiel stared blankly at the map. How does one read this? How do you pinpoint where you are and where to go? Back at the kingdom, he had a device similar to a bluetooth, but it was actually a mini computer and phone. With it, he could GPS to any location. Now that he is here at Royal as Arion's bodyguard, he lost that privilege. With a small sigh, Ramiel gathered up his bags, and started walking aimlessly around.
"Where am I suppose to go.....?" Ramiel said as he walked around while staring at the map. He couldn't see what was in front of him. Rotating the map around, Ramiel tilted his head, confused on how the map worked. It wasn't his fault he was born in space. When he was found, he didn't know any languages and had to study everything the world had to offer. It took him years to coop with the world he was unfamiliar with. In due time, he understood his purpose. A sense of justice, a sense of dignity. He still had much to learn.
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