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... n at the sight of the fallen daughter of a nobleman. Some stared in horror. Some looking with pitying eyes.
Flare, who was tied to a horse-drawn cart in a standing position, did not even turn her head, but stood proudly with her chest out, and her figure even showed the grace of a champion.
[Die quickly, you rebel!]
[The crops are dying because of you, you Witch!]
[How many people have died because of you?]
As Flare headed down the main street toward the s ...
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