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Chapter 34: Not Mission 4
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... s chest rising and falling heavily as if each breath carried a storm inside it.
The man who stood as one of the highest authorities in the Holy Kingdom, the Prime Minister of Light, the right hand of the Holy King himself, now looked less like a composed noble and more like a father whose patience had been shattered beyond repair.
"This brat... this damned brat..."
His voice cracked, yet it grew louder, echoing across the grand hall as every minister, knight, and attendan ...
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