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... he boy's eye he could not help but be impressed by what he saw.

'What an immense will!'

In the state that he was currently, any normal human will have already given up. Even some official Magi that take pride in their rationality will surrender to fate. But Zatiel could see in the boy's eye a will that won't allow him to surrender and force him to continue.

'Definitely a good seed, since I have enough material for the both of us, I could help him, and judging by what I saw, he ...

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