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... enturers had already begun to rise from their seats when the greatsword descended.
They were ready to intervene.
Ready to stop what they assumed would be a one-sided slaughter.
But then—
The blade stopped.
On Victor’s pinky finger.
The entire guild hall froze.
The receptionist who had moments ago assumed the arrogant boy would be cleaved in half now stared with wide eyes, lips slightly parted. Her mind refused to process what she was seeing ...
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