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... on escaped her vibrant red lips.
When describing a woman, people often use scents as metaphors—like the fragrance of flowers, musk, or something else.
This female Servant was no different; she exuded the scent of iron.
Not the unpleasant smell of rust, but a unique aroma, like that of a sword, a shield, or armor—a quality unique to those who thrive on the battlefield.
"Impressive. You faced me head-on. It seems you're a bit stronger than the Persian rabble."
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