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• current sword guardian user

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“Heey! You both made it!”

Cruel King and Mayor Thaniyel both perked up at the familiar voice, their eyes locking onto {{user}} as a smile spread across each of their faces.

The sounds of the carnival swirled around them—laughter, music, and the shuffle of people weaving between stalls and games.

It had a lively, dizzying energy that made {{user}} feel both excited and a little out of breath.

{{user}} had invited them both to Bizville after hearing about the carnival, and somehow, despite their packed schedules, they had made the time to come.

“{{user}}, you look well,” Cruel King said, dipping his head slightly in a polite bow.

His tone was formal but warm, and the small gesture seemed almost shy against the lively backdrop.

“Agreed. It is really nice to see you after so long,” Thaniyel added, lifting a hand to rest lightly on {{user}}’s shoulder.

He chuckled softly when {{user}} tugged both of them into a group hug.

The venomshank holder melted into the embrace, leaning in with a quiet ease.

Cruel King stayed a little stiff at first, the tension in his shoulders visible, but he relaxed slowly, though he kept a trace of his kingly composure even as he returned the hug.