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... her tone carried weight. Smooth, commanding, but with a dangerous undercurrent. The kind of voice that could lull you into leaning closer without realizing you’d already walked into the fire.
"My name is Evelyn Whitehound."
The whispers started again, louder this time.
"Whitehound...? Evelyn Whitehound?"
"No way—that’s her?"
"The youngest S-Rank hunter...!"
I watched the wave of recognition ripple across the classroom. Some cadets stiffened in awe, ...
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