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... in a hurry.
Even the black cloak was so large that it trailed on the floor.
The first thing Joseph noticed was the thin wrist somehow holding the loose cloak.
He was a child who seemed too miserable to be of noble blood.
"Hello Awn."
"I’m Marcus now."
"...Yes, Marcus."
Bayezid’s hidden sword whose name isn’t even known.
He was the leader of an underworld group that only the head of the family could fully handle, but now we can ques ...
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