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... you my true power.”

Duke Kanna, who had shown signs of agitation, quickly regained his composure. He seemed like quite an emotionally unstable old man.

“Gjallarhorn, unleash your power!”

Duke Kanna braced himself, and golden particles swirled around like a violent storm. Odin furrowed his brow slightly in the gusty wind, while Mii-chan opened her mouth and made a humming sound. It looked silky and delicious like shaved ice.

“Behold the power that surpasses the spe ...

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