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"…"
Giving no answer, Leandro finally took in the figure before him properly.
Features sharp enough to have been carved. He could be called handsome by any standard, yet his face was buried under layers of paint that resembled stage makeup, glittering with ornaments. A silver corset held up massive pectorals, below which a translucent silk dress flowed down to golden heels with absurdly high lifts.
Leandro was bewildered. Did the man truly withstand all of his attacks dressed in such a cumbersome outfit? Even after pulling the man into the first domain before striking, Leandro failed to kill him.
The technique was incomplete, not even half-formed—just a concept he had barely begun to shape. Yet, no one had ever blocked it even once. This man stopped it thrice.
Can I win against him?
The vivid sensation that still lingered in his hand pressed heavily upon him. The answer was obvious. Defeat was the only outcome.
Just as he reached that conclusion, belated cries erupted around them.
"How… how could he clash blades with His Excellency…?"
"T-this can't be happening…"
"Imp...
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