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There was a saying that nothing was over until the very end. This was the catchphrase of Third Senior Brother, who suffered from the so-called wise-sayings disease.
To be honest, since things were winding down, I had let my guard slip. Who would have thought he would hurl such a question at me without warning, at this very last moment?
It did not feel like a psychological ploy or a trap. It felt like I had been hunted—as if I had stumbled out of a pitch-black forest after wandering aimlessly, only to turn and find the gaping jaws of a wolf waiting.
Now's not the time for thoughts like that.
My mind spun furiously in the blink of an eye. The Iron-Blooded Lord never wasted words. He had framed it as a question, but I could tell he already suspected I had met Leone. On top of that, he had the Blessing of Truth, so lies would not work on him. Whatever left my mouth had to be the truth.
It felt like I had taken ages to decide, but only three seconds had passed. Any longer hesitation seemed dangerous.
"Yes." I nodded and continued, "Dean Alderson has a building called the Tower of Training at the academy. There, Leone… to be precise, I met a puppet who called herself Leone."
The Iron-Blooded Lord's blessing could discern truth from lies, but even blessings had limits. No power was...
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