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... ncing on the windowsill, and the silhouette of the Chinese parasol leaves outside followed the movement of the curtains.
The sunlight fell on the thick wooden floor, emitting a pleasant scent of pines and cypresses, making Arthur’s smile even more radiant.
Even his father had only around a dozen Abyssal Flame Dragon hearts.
That damn father, insisting on making him study the way of magic as a scholar, refusing to let him practice the way of the knight.
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