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The moment she stepped forward—
The world seemed to narrow.
Not in fear.
Not in panic.
But in focus.
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The beast roared again, its massive form lunging toward her with terrifying speed. Its claws tore through the ground as if it were nothing, its glowing eyes locked onto her like prey already claimed.
Behind her, the soldiers shouted—
"Grand Duke—!"
"Fall back—!"
But Rosy didn't move.
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Not away.
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Forward.
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Steel met claw again—
—but this time, the impact was different.
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Stronger.
Sharper.
Louder.
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The force of it sent a shockwave through the ground, dust rising into the air as the clash echoed across the camp.
For a brief moment—
The beast paused.
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"…You felt that too, didn't you?" Rosy murmured.
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Because she had.
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Something inside her—
Shifted.
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Not fear.
Not adrenaline.
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Power.
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The beast attacked again—
Faster this time.
More aggressive.
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But Rosy's body moved before her thoughts could catch up.
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Step—
Turn—
Strike—
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Her blade sliced across its side, leaving a deep mark that shouldn't have been possible against something so massive.
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The creature howled.
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Not just in pain—
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In anger.
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"…It's adapting," one of the knights whispered in horror.
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Because it was.
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Its movements grew sharper.
More precise.
Less wild.
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It wasn't just a beast.
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It was thinking.
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Rosy exhaled slowly.
"…Then you're not just a message."
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Her grip tightened.
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"You're a test."
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Behind her—
The man watched in silence, his gaze unwavering.
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"…Yes," he murmured.
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"And you're finally answering."
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The beast lunged again—
This time aiming straight for her throat.
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Rosy didn't dodge.
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She stepped into it.
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The moment its claws came down—
She twisted—
Slipping past its attack with impossible precision—
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—and drove her blade straight into its side.
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Deep.
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Too deep.
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The creature roared violently, its body thrashing as it tried to shake her off.
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But Rosy held on.
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Her feet barely touching the ground—
Her body moving with a fluidity that didn't belong to someone inexperienced.
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"…This isn't just muscle memory," she whispered.
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Because it wasn't.
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It was something more.
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Something buried.
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Something waking up.
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The beast twisted violently—
Throwing her back.
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Rosy landed hard, sliding across the ground—
—but she didn't lose her grip on her sword.
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Didn't lose her balance.
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Didn't lose control.
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"…Again," she muttered, pushing herself up.
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Her breathing steady.
Her gaze sharp.
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Her eyes—
Glowing faintly.
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The soldiers fell silent.
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"…Her eyes—"
"They're changing…"
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The beast charged again.
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Faster.
Stronger.
More violent.
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But Rosy—
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Was no longer reacting.
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She was predicting.
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Every movement.
Every strike.
Every shift in its body—
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She saw it before it happened.
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"…So this is what you feel like," she murmured softly.
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Not to the beast.
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To herself.
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Her stance lowered.
Her grip adjusted.
Her body aligned—
Perfectly.
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And then—
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She moved.
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Not fast.
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Faster than fast.
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To the soldiers watching—
She disappeared.
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One moment she was there—
The next—
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She was behind it.
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A single slash.
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Clean.
Silent.
Precise.
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The beast froze.
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For one second—
Two—
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Then—
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A deep line split across its body.
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And it collapsed.
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Silence.
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Heavy.
Unbelieving.
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No one moved.
No one spoke.
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Because what they had just witnessed—
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Wasn't normal.
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Wasn't human.
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Rosy stood still, her back to the fallen creature.
Her sword lowered slightly.
Her breathing calm.
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Too calm.
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"…That was…" a soldier whispered.
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"Impossible…"
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But Rosy didn't hear them.
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Because her mind—
Was elsewhere.
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The moment her blade struck—
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She saw it again.
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A flash.
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A battlefield.
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Not this one.
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Worse.
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Darker.
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Endless.
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And herself—
Standing in the middle of it.
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Not struggling.
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Not surviving.
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Ruling.
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Her breath caught slightly.
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"…What was that…?"
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"Memory."
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The voice came from behind her.
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Of course it did.
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Rosy didn't turn.
"…Stop saying that like it explains everything."
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He stepped closer, stopping just behind her.
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"But it does."
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She tightened her grip on her sword.
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"That wasn't me."
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"Yes," he said softly.
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"It was."
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Silence stretched between them.
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Then—
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"…Then why don't I remember it?" she asked quietly.
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A pause.
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Then—
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"Because you weren't meant to."
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Her eyes narrowed slightly.
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"…That's not an answer."
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"It's the truth."
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She turned this time.
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Facing him directly.
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"…Then say it properly."
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For once—
He didn't smile.
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Didn't tease.
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Didn't deflect.
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"You weren't erased," he said quietly.
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A beat.
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"You were sealed."
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The words hit harder than anything else.
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"…What?"
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His gaze didn't waver.
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"This world… this story…"
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A pause.
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"It's not what you think it is."
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Her heart started beating faster.
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Not from fear.
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From something else.
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Something deeper.
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"…Then what is it?" she asked.
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He stepped closer.
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Close enough that she could feel the weight of his presence fully now.
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"A prison."
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Silence.
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The wind stopped.
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Even the distant sounds of the camp faded again.
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"For you," he finished.
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Rosy's breath stilled.
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"…You're lying."
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A faint smile returned.
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But this time—
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It wasn't playful.
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"I wish I was."
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Behind them—
The soldiers finally began to move again.
Voices returning.
Reality settling back in.
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But Rosy—
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Couldn't.
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Because something inside her had just shifted.
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Not slightly.
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Deeply.
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Irreversibly.
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"…A prison," she repeated softly.
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Her gaze slowly lifted—
Meeting his again.
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"…Then who locked me in?"
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A pause.
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And for the first time—
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He didn't answer immediately.
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"…That," he said quietly—
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"is what you need to remember."
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Her fingers tightened around her sword.
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Her mind raced.
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Her heartbeat steady—
But heavier now.
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Because this wasn't just a story anymore.
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It wasn't just survival.
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It wasn't just revenge.
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It was truth.
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And truth—
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Was far more dangerous.
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Far away—
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In the capital—
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A figure stood in the shadows of the palace.
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Watching.
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Smiling.
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"…So it's begun," a soft voice whispered.
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Back at the camp—
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Rosy stood still under the fading moonlight.
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Her purple eyes glowing faintly.
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Not confused anymore.
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Not uncertain.
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Awakening.
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"…Then I'll break it," she said quietly.
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His smile deepened.
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"I know you will."
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Because this time—
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The villainess wasn't disappearing.
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She was returning.
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End of Chapter 9