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... o hesitation or regret.

She had seen Art's display, but that young man would be having his hands full with Uranus.

Since he delayed in arriving, she too would take her time before she presented herself to him.

"Hehehehehe!"

And yet, as her blade dug into the girl's shoulder, all she received was maddened laughter—only to realize her blade had missed, tearing through the ground behind her.

"Huh?" Scarlet furrowed her brows.

She had killed for centur ...

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