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Eighty-eight…eighty-nine…ninety…
The air parted around Remedios’ blade as she performed her morning sword drills. She ignored the household staff as she went through her forms, but then the doorbell rang.
“Miss Custodio,” Carla said. “The Grandmaster is here to see you.”
Remedios lowered her blade with a sigh. Decent warriors honed their bodies and skills in the morning, but Gustav was never one for improving his combat capabilities.
“Get some breakfast rea ...
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