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... lminati Academy. In one of them, all the students of the third year gathered in one place.

Perhaps it was due to the presence of students from classes that do not usually gather together, but the training ground was filled with a heavy atmosphere.

In the midst of it all, there was a towering figure standing on a podium.

Jihad Roundel.

A hero who played an active role in the Great Invasion twenty years ago. He is also the de facto head director of the Solminati Aca ...

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