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... rying to save him. The whole demon lord council almost executed Chronus for his interference."

"There’s a reason Chronus was willing to risk everything," Satou said quietly. "Richard Clay isn’t just his champion or his servant or even just a valuable tool. Richard Clay is literally half of Chronus himself."

Silence. Complete, stunned silence.

Then Lyra whispered: "What?"

Satou began explaining everything he’d seen in Merc Assault’s memory. The infiltration of Chro ...

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