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... ’s allies, and a troop’s morale in the face of a match, contest, or any kind of bout; it provided courage and strength to move forward.


Forming a circle before a fight and raising a battle cry before charging onto the battlefield, a magic ritual for coming together as one―― in this world, this could truly be called “magic”.


???: […Unbelievable, I suppose.]


Beatrice was speechless at the destructive power of the Pleiades Battalion led by Natsuki Subaru; a group ...

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