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"And who decided that?" Several voices that sounded like Scathach were heard.

"I did." Victor smiled.

"I didn't approve." Scathach suddenly grabbed the Spear in the air and looked down.

"You can't move, right, Darling~?" Runes began to glow on Scathach's Spear, and a ridiculous crimson Power was concentrated in her hand.

"Well, shit..." Victor laughed and began to prepare to defend against the attack because, as she said, he couldn't move from his posit ...

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