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Gyo trembled with excitement. Even though he had proposed the duel, he had been skeptical about whether Lilith would take it or not. She might be called the Silver-Eyed Ghost Sword, but it was impossible for her to take on five Masters on her own. Although her choice actually didn’t matter. Gyo and his people were already in the palace; if Lilith had refused, she would have become a laughingstock.

A handsome man who looked barely over thirty walked out from the gate.

“You’l ...

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