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... master of the Reinhart Family wielding a sword spread across the Dukedom, since the tenth young master is known to be the defect of the Reinhart Family, a disgrace of the Duke's family.

But that was the end of that line of disgrace.

That's because he has proven himself as a worthy son of the Reinhart Family, not only did he wield a sword, He demonstrated the effectiveness of a battle pressure, something not even the ordinary could obtain.

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