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... f the Dark Magic Tower Master, Libre.
Slick.
A thin stream of red blood trickled down from the point of contact, where the blade's aura had grazed his skin. Caron frowned at the metallic scent that hit his nose.
"What a revolting taste in hobbies you've got," Caron muttered. "Did you even fake the smell of blood?"
Libre smiled sweetly and replied, "As I said before—this isn't an illusion. This is my real body. If you sever my head with that sword, I will die here ...
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