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For a moment, my mind flooded with wild possibilities. Could the Iron-Blooded Lord have infiltrated the match by disguising as Heero to fight me? The idea sounded crazy, but my encounters with the Iron-Blooded Lord rarely occurred under ordinary circumstances.
After giving it some thought, I dismissed the notion. After all, this was such a public setting, with dozens, if not hundreds, of heroes watching. Participating in a promotion match while disguised as another hero, even his own son, was too risky.
If exposed, the consequences would extend beyond damaged reputation. Such an act would violate the rules and invite punishment from the Hero Society. Even without penalties, the accusation alone would bring deep humiliation to the Iron-Blooded Lord. In short, the person before me truly was Heero.
Then why did I sense the Iron-Blooded Lord in his gaze? The explanation could be surprisingly simple, such as that Heero had changed.
"Alchemist Marian. Come forward," the announcer called out.
A hiss cut through the air as the golem standing to my right released a plume of steam and clattered toward the stage. The reactions of those around me made it clear that no one intended to repair the stage or change the location. The match would continue on the damaged stage.
It was the turn of the woman I had taken for a scholar throughout the...
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