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... f purity and holiness, they did not do as they spoke. Their words and actions were very different most of the time. However, as someone who had been indoctrinated all her life before growing into the pillar of such a nation, even though she knew the truth, she did not like it when someone threw shade at her empire!

"Take back those words, vile creature! Or I will smite you, the consequences be damned!" She growled and leaned forward, her right hand resting on the hilt of her longsword. < ...

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