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... ity for Diana, who could not go outside of the temple, to meet many outsiders.

‘Grand Duke DeHeen. That person will come too’

A person came into Diana’s mind, who was only cloudy as if he was in the fog. It’s the Grand Duke.

He was the patriarch of the Grand Duke of Tersia, one of the great families that supported the empire. His fighting ability was particularly good, and he was always in the vanguard during war. The war he led never lost, and he was notorious for not letting ...

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