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... ning to the teenage boy, who went by the name Colbert.

"Sir Harry, you're finally here," Colbert greeted. "We were just talking about the fact that it should be you who is supposed to be our leader, and not some upstarts."

The teenage boy with dark-brown hair and gray eyes had no intention of following the seven-year-old's orders as if he was their leader. Even though Thirteen had saved them, the dislike he felt towards the younger boy only grew.

Because of this, he decided to ...

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