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After laying aside the Heir Sword, I stumbled from the audience hall. Waiting for me in the corridor was the Colonel Probing Gaze, a newly-forged sword in his hand. “You should have a sword, Lord,” the blond-haired sectathon said.
Numb, I took the sword and secured it to my side.
“I want you to come with me.”
Nodding wordlessly, I obediently followed Probing Gaze. We left the castle and entered the southern quarter of Emparia City. A great emptiness inside me, I didn't question where the sectathon was taking me.—The Bandit, the Enemy, by Flaming Arrow.
Flaming Arrow looked around the room and smiled.
He knew this room well. Five years before, it'd been the central room of the Bear residence. After the Matriarch Bubbling Water had died, Rolling Bear, executor of all Bear properties
