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... ted the throne in favor of his eldest son Maekar, had reemerged after years of seclusion from the world.

With a deep voice, Sir Alon finally spoke, despite having remained silent and alone for countless years.

"My son... Maekar... is he dead?"

Though his words were cold and devoid of emotion, the overwhelming pressure of his aura froze both Oliver and the servant, Gas, in place.

Sir Alon Valerion, the third emperor, had long forgotten how to restrain himself. Afte ...

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