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What a surprise.
I prided myself on my courage, yet a sudden chill crept down my spine. It was unavoidable, not when standing before someone like her.
The first thing I noticed was her jet-black hair. Most people with black hair would reflect some light, but hers seemed to absorb it completely. It was unnaturally long, easily extending several meters. The strands flowed down her body, spreading like seaweed in stagnant water.
Her face remained hidden, obscured by unkempt bangs, but her figure was smaller than I'd expected. She looked like a child, though I doubted appearances meant much in her case.
"It's been almost forty years since I've had a guest." Her slow, languid tone betrayed no hint of hostility.
My instincts had been on high alert since I encountered this mage. This is… Something's wrong.
I rubbed my damp palms against my clothes. This wasn't the oppressive aura of absolute power I'd felt from the Iron-Blooded Lord or Assad, nor was it the awe of facing a divine being like a demon king. This was a different kind of pressure.
For now, I bowed my head respectfully. "I am Luan Badniker."
Despite my formal introduction, she responded with a gruff tone. "In that body… I know the Badniker blood flows through...
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