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... of abundance, faced Commander Ebelz.

He looked at her with a complicated gaze that was different from before.

The atmosphere was so bleak that it was hard to believe they were mother and daughter.

The subtle distance between them had started since the day she was chosen as a saintess.

It wasn’t this quiet back then, but she felt they had grown further apart after the death of Lian Crost, the white holy sword.

“Saintess.”

“…Yes.”

Serena cou ...

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