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... “Aedis? Why are you nothing without me? All of your life is not me.”

Kadan was dead.

His object of revenge was gone.

However, that did not imply that the meaning of Aedis’ life had also disappeared.

Of course, as in the past, his interpersonal relationships were very shallow. Still, there was Regen and his loyal subordinates, so he didn’t need to make me his everything.

Besides, Tolyman and several of the knights were determined to follow Aedis to the end ...

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