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... he carriage, his gaze landing on Laitemor.
Laitemor’s face bore a fierce expression, as if he had just retreated from a battlefield, exuding an aura of iron-blooded resolve.
"Roy, your mouth hasn’t changed, but we’ll see," Laitemor retorted, then left with his students.
They numbered exactly ten, all dressed in uniform school attire.
Their uniforms were both elegant and practical.
The male students’ uniforms consisted of deep blue robes and black trousers, ...
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