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... just barely popped out of Aslan's mouth.

But no matter how hard she tried, the sword wouldn’t come out.

As the young Sylvia, with an expressionless face, approached, Sylvia had no choice but to kick Aslan away.

"Ugh!?"

The young Sylvia immediately charged at Sylvia, swinging her sword.

Sylvia narrowly dodged and barely managed to escape.

But, given the similar physical specs, the distance didn’t increase, and instead, it only grew smaller.

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