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... across the training yard, the clangs of steel finally came to a halt.

The knights packed up, the squires stretched their sore backs, and Sarios—drenched in sweat—slumped down onto a side bench, wiping his brow.

Dila, dressed as usual in her royal-esque gown and straw hat, strolled over with a casual sway. While she has had a round two juice cup in hand, she stopped in front of him.

"Hey, hero," she said plainly.

Sarios looked up, catching his breath. "You can call ...

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