In Dr. Herzog's memory, he had indeed known a few noble, aloof girls in his youth. Some were from the British royal family, some were distant relatives of the Tsar, and others even came from ancient and mysterious clans like the Rothschilds or the Logans... But that young yet icy girl was unlike any aristocratic girl Dr. Herzog had ever seen. The freezing aura about her was peerless and solitary, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity Dr. Herzog felt from her was completely unique.
Reminded, the image of the familiar girl who had fought him gradually overlapped in Dr. Herzog's mind with the shadow of that girl from his memory. Even though they were completely different images—that iceberg-like girl bearing little resemblance in either face or temperament to the one in his recollections—Dr. Herzog increasingly felt that the two were very likely the same person.
Both possessed long hair of a gold so pure it was nearly white, and both had equally petite figures. At certain unguarded moments, their mannerisms and deportment were remarkably similar... Most importantly, Dr. Herzog still remembered that when that girl looked at him, her icy, indifferent face had unexpectedly revealed a rare flash of emotion.
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