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... , was the epitome of calmness.
With his usual elegance, he strolled to the front of the imperial altar, greeting the imperials like it was a normal Monday morning, completely unfazed by the countless pairs of eyes throwing dark glares his way.
"He truly is the son of the traitors. Here I thought he was different from them."
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, after all."
"To think, we could have all died today if the monsters weren't taken care of."
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