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... The person she had bumped into was a young female knight. Her hair was neatly tied, her armor slim yet clearly refined—not that of an ordinary soldier.
The knight immediately dipped her head slightly.
"My apologies, little lady."
Anya hugged the papers to her chest,
then gave a small nod.
"Un."
She bowed awkwardly.
"Iron Knight will excuse herself."
Without waiting for a response, Anya ran toward Geralt.
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