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... Prince Calvin, and countermeasures were immediately made in response.

The nobles who supported Calvin had gathered for a meeting.

They couldn’t understand this development.

“The declining Banfield house somehow managed to bounce back a little, and now they’re acting so full of themselves.”

“A little? Are you blind? The Banfield house of today is stronger than how they were during their golden years. Their present head is hailed as a hero of this era.”

“But ...

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