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... s made Riezel fall into deep thought.
He recalled the moment Lizbeth had drawn Moslow, her golden eyes brimming with indifference and detachment—her cold gaze was chilling, as though she were a god looking down on all things, powerful yet stripped of any human emotion.
For some reason, when he thought of Lizbeth in that state, he could not help but recall that woman, Ice Maiden.
He remembered how, when that woman had pulled out the so-called national artifact, she had bee ...
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