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... could no longer achieve victory in the arena, trembled with self-reproach. As his trembling hands were filled with a soft and cold sensation, his mind was suddenly cleared.
"Mother?"
The violet eyes of the Silent Swordmaster locked with his, giving him a look that seemed almost like a reprimand, as though asking if he would truly falter at such a small crisis.
The prince, noticing her unshaken demeanor, felt an unexpected sense of relief.
"Now, hurry up and hand o ...
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