Master Kael ki baaton ne mahal ke darbar mein ek ajeeb sa tanao (tension) paida kar diya tha. Sab log dekhna chahte the ki kya Sufiyan Malik waqai wo "Miracle" kar sakta hai jiska danka Paris mein baja tha.
Princess Sarah ne aahista se poocha, "Sufiyan, kya tum tayyar ho? Yaad rahe, ye sirf mere baal nahi, hamari sultanat ki aan hai."
Sufiyan ne apni Silver Scissors ko ek khaas tarike se hawa mein ghumaya. Achanak, poore kamre mein ek thandi sarsarahat mehsoos hui.
[System Skill: Temperature Control - Activated]
[Status: Stabilizing the Princess's frayed nerves.]
Sufiyan ne pehla cut lagaya. Lekin ye koi aam cut nahi tha. Usne baalon ki lambai kam nahi ki, balki unke andar chhupi hui "Negative Energy" ko nishana banaya. Kael ne peeche se chillaya, "Ye kya kar rahe ho? Tum toh sirf hawa mein kainchi chala rahe ho!"
Sufiyan khamosh raha. Uski aankhein band thi, lekin uska system usey bata raha tha ki har ek baal ki jad (root) kahan hai.
[System Notification: Precision 99.9% achieved!]
Achanak, Princess ke safed hote huye baal sunehri (gold) rang mein badalne lage. Ye dekh kar Minister Zorawar apni kursi se uth khade huye. "Ye... ye toh wahi purani 'Royal Shine' hai jo hamari pehli rani ke baalon mein thi! Sufiyan, tumne ye kaise kiya?"
Sufiyan ne apni kainchi ko bag mein rakha aur sar jhuka kar kaha, "Minister sahab, jab niyat saaf ho, toh loha bhi sona ban jata hai. Maine sirf inke baalon ko wo sukoon diya hai jo in se cheen liya gaya tha."
Kael ka chehra zard (pale) pad gaya tha. Usne samajh liya tha ki Sufiyan koi aam barber nahi, balki ek Grandmaster hai.
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