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The fox was still as small as he last remembered it, but he wanted to see the depth of its abilities. His eyes raced down to where Damien was, only to find him walking towards them.

"You're a summoner?" Emilia asked.

"Sort of." Quinn said, a grin tangible on his face. "And now, it's time we beat this paladin to the ground."

"It's such a lovely sight, to see a couple of teenagers showing of extraordinary skills." Damien said, running a hand through ...

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