episode_0098

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It’s a strange feeling, like your heart is sinking.

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How strange it is, the feeling of a huge decline. It feels like falling, but it’s addictive. Isn’t it strange?

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It lands with a thud or a thud, and then starts pounding again.

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It’s a very strange feeling, where you feel out of breath and your whole body is on edge, something you never want to experience again, but at the same time look forward to.

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It’s the first time since I read the news that Karl and Chloe were engaged.

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This feeling… .

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“… Ugh.”

“?”

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I couldn’t believe it, so I tried to ask myself again and again.

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“Ugh… .”

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But no words came out. I could only open my mouth and say nothing.

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The sword still looks down at me as if mocking me.

I somehow managed to look at him with trembling eyes.

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A face that looks angry… A blunt look as if he is feeling skeptical. The corners of his lips that were twitching as if he was mocking are now spitting out cold words.

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“She’s so ugly. She was just this kind of girl back then… .”

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Knock. Knock. Knock-

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A drop of water fell onto the collar of her uniform blouse, which wrapped around her neck.

The collar quickly became wet.

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Water droplets? What is it…?

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I also realized that my vision was blurry.

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It was because of the tears that flowed down without me knowing.

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Tears flowed without warning or sobbing.

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Oh, I see. I’m crying.

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The tears flowed ceaselessly like a stream. Even I was surprised by the amount of tears.

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Haa. Haaah… .

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Oh no… This can’t be happening. Why would I… .

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“Damn bitch.”

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As if he hated the sight of her crying, the sword stabbed him again. If words could kill a person, this would be how it would be done… .

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He still seemed angry, but he also looked complicated for some reason.

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Swoosh-

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He released the holy sword he was holding. It disappeared into thin air. Perhaps relieved by that sight, his legs gave out and he collapsed against the wall.

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Thud, thud.

This time it wasn’t acting. Seriously… I just lost all my strength. To the point of feeling empty.

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“Ha, hahaha… .”

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He laughed like a crazy person. It looked like he was laughing while crying, but it was so absurdly sad.

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What’s so sad about that… .

You may hate me.

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Man… No, what if a fellow thief hates me?

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What’s the big deal?

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huh?

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We’re going to go back to our original world anyway, right? Then we won’t see that guy again, right?

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huh…?

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Thud. Thud-

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I tried to somehow soothe my sadness, but the more I tried, the more intense my tears became. Even while crying, I kept my head up stiffly to look at the knife and didn’t wipe it away.

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Me too, how foolish… .

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“Don’t get in our sight from now on.”

“……”

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After saying those words, the sword turned around and headed towards the saintess.

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… leaving me behind.

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“Ha, haha. Don’t make me laugh.”

“?”

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Ah, I guess it’s something I don’t even want to see. Okay, I’ll just disappear, it doesn’t make sense to end it like that.

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I somehow managed to call him out, despite the despair, sadness, and hopelessness. I felt like if I sent him away now, it would really be the end.

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“Who are you?”

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First, say something. Then think about it.

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“……”

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The blond man, the man with dazzling eyes, looked back at me with a stern face.

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“The sword… Hehe. There’s no way the sword would say something like that… .”

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No, I could. If I knew I was unknown… Yeah, I guess I could say that if I was found out to be Tricky Green.

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“Is that a big mistake? T… Beatrice.”

“!”

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My consciousness, which had been yearning for a lifeline in the depths of despair, finally found a sense of discomfort.

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The sword tried to say my name, my true name, but then realized that it was close enough for the saint to hear, so it hurriedly called me by a different name.

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“Uh, Uh… Karl? Miss Beatrice? What are you… .”

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The saint, who was very flustered by the sudden situation, tried to intervene.

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“You are…not a sword. A sword, a sword…! Not as cold as you.”

“This is ridiculous.”

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But I ignored the bitch who dared to come between us and spoke to Karl again. No, not to Karl, but to someone else.

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“Call my name, call my name. Again!”

“……”

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I shouted, barely able to calm my trembling voice. With a desperate heart.

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Then, after hesitating for a while, he looked straight into my eyes and answered.

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“She’s so bold. If it was the Beatrice I know, she wouldn’t have acted like this… .”

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It was the moment when doubt turned into certainty. The author is not Karl. At least not the Karl Maynor I know.

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After coming to that conclusion, he immediately took out his sword from the scabbard on his waist.

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Srrrrung-

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And aimed at him.

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“… Now, you want to fight me with a sword?”

“Just as you can’t reveal my name, I can’t help but do this for now.”

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I answered with a smile, because I felt relieved.

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Since the saint is watching, I can’t use magic. If I do, there’s a high risk that my identity will be revealed.

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… I really thought I had been caught. When that guy whispered ‘Trixie Green’ in my ear, it seemed like it was over for sure.

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I wondered if, in the original novel that I hadn’t read, Karl had already figured out Beatrice’s true identity, or at least knew her true name.

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Or maybe he had noticed the power I unleashed on Alex while he was sleeping.

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Seriously… I imagined everything. I thought of every possible possibility in an instant. I wanted to somehow understand this ridiculous situation.

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The conclusion reached is one.

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That’s right, the author is not the sword, but someone who has taken over the sword’s body.

Maybe the original sword… or the future… or maybe a real third party.

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Anyway, this isn’t the sword I know. It’s probably not a spirit being called into this world like me.

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It shouldn’t be.

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Because that’s the only hope I have left.

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“Heh. Heh heh. I didn’t expect this… .”

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He was genuinely amused. He laughed, putting one hand on his forehead.

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“I didn’t want to kill you because I felt bad for you.”

“!?”

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He shook his head and muttered softly, and the atmosphere changed completely. He gave off a creepy, dangerous vibe.

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And then it disappeared.

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Whoosh-

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It disappeared and appeared in front of me in an instant. It was an astonishing speed.

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While I was surprised by him suddenly appearing in front of me, he came up to my ear like before and spoke in a small voice so that the saintess wouldn’t hear.

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“Trixie Green, you should know that I’ve had enough.”

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He whispered something completely incomprehensible, as if he held a great grudge against me.

I was startled and swung my sword to try to get him off.

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But he just laughed and punched me in the stomach. It was incredibly fast.

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puck-

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I felt a great pain in my abdomen. A sound closer to a groan than a scream escaped me. I barely endured the intense pain and tried not to disturb my posture.

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“Ugh… !”

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I endured the throbbing pain in my head, but his attacks didn’t end there.

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Phew-

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He turned around sharply, and with his long legs befitting his height, he kicked my head.

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“Ouch!”

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Shock after shock, the sword finally went missing and my body flew away and rolled around. In order not to lose consciousness, I stood up straight, groaning… .

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Thud. This time, instead of tears, hot drops of blood were dripping down his face. It seemed like he had been scratched here and there as he flew by.

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But it didn’t matter. This little bit of blood was nothing. That’s why I stood up.

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They don’t care about me being helpless against an opponent with a sword, or about me getting covered in blood.

Hope is what gets me up and enables me to endure even the most intense pain.

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I hope the author is not the Carl I know.

Hope that Carl hasn’t discovered his identity yet.

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…the hope that it is not the sword that hates me.

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I don’t mind being hated by someone other than Carl. I don’t even mind being treated so violently that it seems like they’re going to kill me.

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“Pfft. Phew. Yeah, that’s not a knife. It wasn’t a knife.”

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I smiled at the satisfying situation. My body was completely torn apart by just two blows, but I was fine inside. In fact, I was happy.

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“That’s right… Puhaha. No matter how much of a sword you have, there’s no way you can fight me with your bare body, right?”

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I can’t help but laugh out loud with joy.

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Overwhelming difference in skill.

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If it were a sword I know, it would be impossible for such movements to be followed with the eyes. I saw it just before as it fought Alex.

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“I’ll ask again.”

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“Who are you?”

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I looked at the man with the knife-like face, smiling brightly.

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“She’s a more dangerous woman than I remember. I guess I should nip her in the bud now… .”

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He strode toward me, staggering. He held his temples as if he had a severe headache.

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“Fuck… Jang. Just leave it to me and watch.”

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He muttered something incomprehensible and shook his head violently. It seemed as if he was trying to shake something off.

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As if he had calmed down, he looked at me with a look of contempt again and was about to walk away.

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“Knife! Please don’t do this… .”

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The saintess hugged his broad back from behind the sword. She hugged him tightly and stopped him in a desperate voice.

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ah….

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I was not a saint with a hideous huge chest pressed against the back of a sword. How could she sneakily bring that lump of fat… .

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Because she’s like a bitch.

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“My, my fault. I was angry for no reason and I was wrong to press you.”

“……”

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The sword… no, the one in the form of a sword stood there blankly, not looking back, just listening to the saint’s voice, which sounded like rolling jade beads.

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“You were anxious because I told you to hurry and come to me because you were lacking?”

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They talk about things that only the two of them know. It makes me very upset.

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“So you threw yourself into such a dangerous place, and then the power of the Holy Sword went wild. Right?”

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One can imagine the figure of a saint hidden behind the broad back of a sword.

Her voice is wet with moisture.

From this I could guess that she was sobbing.

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“But this is not right… . Why on earth would you attack Miss Beatrice… .”

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As expected of a saint with a kind heart, it seems that she cannot understand why Carl would suddenly attack her friend and fellow academy member.

That’s why I found a plausible reason.

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He said that he was intoxicated by the mysterious power of the Holy Sword. That’s why he couldn’t control his actions.

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But I think differently.

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Swish-

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He picked up the sword that had fallen to the floor with great difficulty and aimed it at the man the saint was holding.

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“Give me back the sword. Please. Give me just one more chance in the past.”

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The author is clearly Carl Maynor, the future Carl of the original.

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I don’t know what kind of future I have been given that makes you hate me so much…

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“Go back without being attached to someone else’s body. You are not a sword.”

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Yeah, that’s not the sweet knife I know.

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He’s not that guy who’s so carefree that it’s unlucky and has a knack for teasing people.

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He is not that guy who is cute when he is flustered and dazzling when he struggles without giving in to unexpected trials.

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Above all… .

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That face, from which the brilliant and pure smile has disappeared, is definitely not a knife.

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“The things you did there, it’s none of my business.”

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So it doesn’t matter to me that you hate me. Because I’m not a sword.

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Phagejik-

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Sparks flew everywhere.

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The saintess, who had her face buried in the sword’s back, did not notice.

My strength has filled the surroundings before I knew it… .

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“!”

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The man in the form of a sword looked surprised when he saw me trying my best.

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Ah, if only I could get my sword back. If only I could defeat you. Even if the saint finds out about my identity, I will do it.

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Gugugugu-

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I slowly closed my eyes, then opened them.

He revealed his turquoise eyes and glared into his.

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“I don’t care if I lose everything. If I beat you, won’t the sword come back?”

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I even feel like it would be okay to expose the most sinister darkness to the most holy woman.

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Even if my identity is revealed and the story unfolds in a completely different way from the original, I have no regrets anymore.

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Even if my name becomes known before I can reclaim the empire, and I become an enemy of everyone, it will be difficult for me to take revenge, that’s okay.

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Surely, now, I will not regret this action… .

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