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... silver fleurs-de-lys on it. That's the emblem of Vizima's royal family." Auckes caressed his new silver sword. "And the knights are patrolling around the carriage. Someone powerful must be inside."

"If I'm right, that guy must be Foltest," Roy said. "He went around his kingdom in disguise for a while before this." Adda told him about that.

"Foltest?" Auckes put on an exaggerated look and gasped. "There were a few sorcerers beside the carriage. I bet the king's going to do something b ...

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