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... his hand.
"Bring him."
A spiral gate opened behind him. Chains of spatial force dragged a figure out and dropped him onto the metallic floor.
Devil Roseramon.
His silver skin was dulled, his black horns dim. Yet he still carried the arrogance of someone who believed he was untouchable.
’What the hell? I am a top 10 newbie of this academy, so who is throwing me around?’
His eyes moved lazily at first, confused, adjusting to the light.
Then ...
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