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... begin. She couldn’t even remember who she was, so she remained silent.

Looking at the translucent knight, Snow could more or less guess the problem. It bird-walked up to her to examine the ancient magical patterns on the armor closely.

The patterns were faint. After careful examination, Snow observed, “Rough and simple—definitely not crafted in the Divine Realm, nor the work of the goddess or Her avatars. This has to be human-forged, later blessed by the goddess and imbued with d ...

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