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... that appeared beneath him as stepping stones.
The pitch-black sword he wielded tore through the defensive barriers he had deemed invulnerable, leaving wounds on his body.
In that battle, Beatrice first thought of the word “defeat,” but—
“Cough...”
Such an occurrence did not take place.
The boy, who had pushed himself to the edge, suddenly collapsed, spitting blood.
Seeing the boy helplessly fall, Beatrice sighed lightly and muttered to herself,
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