Volume 3 Chapter 198 The Aftermath Of War Is Tough
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Before retrieving materials from Arminus’s corpse, Kian had to first visit Ramsey’s castle and inform the administrative assistant knights of the negotiation results with the Beastmen.
And so, Kian moved quietly northward, walking through the festive streets of Ramsey that pulsed with the joy of victory, accompanied by Natra.
”Really, it feels like we’re the criminals or something,” Natra muttered, frowning.
Cheerful music echoed from every corner. People laughed and danced, cups of drink in one hand, roasted meat in the other, celebrating under the city’s lights. As they made their way down a narrow street, Kian let out a dry chuckle.
”Haha.” He glanced back at her. “After we report, I want to check on the magic circle in the Catacombs as well.”
”It’s Owl’s sacrificial magic,” Natra replied, brushing a stray hair from her cheek. “Since we won the battle, I hope he’s lifted the spell…”
”Things in this world don’t resolve that cleanly,” Kian said, voice flat.
”True.”
Natra swirled the hem of her loose white robe and walked alongside him. She pulled down the red hood that covered her head, letting her black hair fall to her shoulders. After tying it into a quick ponytail, she added, “What will you do about Owl?”
”If he’s destroying the sacrificial magic circle on his own, there’s no need to do anything. As long as he doesn’t make contact with us, we won’t move either.”
”But, Sir Kian,” she said, tone soft but insistent, “Owl is a dangerous monster to humanity. Considering Princess Maribel’s situation, wouldn’t it be better to eliminate him while we still can?”
”That may be true,” Kian conceded, “but I don’t work for free. It’d be insane to waste energy hunting a flying vampire with unknown whereabouts, right? Well—” he paused, “—if I really wanted to find him, I could use bats to track him down…”
”What if Princess Maribel asks you to?”
”I’ll refuse. I’ve done enough in my role as a Master Knight. From now on, I want to go back to being just a lower-rank Adventurer. Save points for the intermediate-rank promotion exam.”
Hearing that, Natra gave him a look of disbelief. “Um… do you really believe, Sir Kian, that you can just return to being just an Adventurer after everything?”
”Yeah. No one can stop me.” Then he added, more casually, “Oh, but first, I need to catch Umar.”
”Umar, huh. You left that old man to Elder Sister, right?”
”Yeah. Sarah will test his heart. If Umar’s fangs have dulled from age and illness… if he hasn’t forgotten his love for Sarah, then she’ll care for him as a ‘daughter’ until the end.”
”You’re a fair person, Sir Kian. I think I should learn from your spirit,” Natra said admiringly.
”No, don’t. It’s better not to copy me. According to Sarah, my thought process is disgusting,” he said with a smirk.
”…I sometimes feel murderous toward Elder Sister, you know?” Natra said coldly. “She hurts people far too easily. Honestly, she’s not worthy to stand beside you.”
”Hahaha,” Kian chuckled awkwardly. “Sarah lacks tact sometimes, but she’s got more virtues than anyone I know. I respect her.”
”I’m with you, Sir Kian.”
Kian felt a cool hand touch his. When he looked down, a face resembling a younger version of Sarah stared back at him.
She was beautiful—her eyebrows slightly thicker than Sarah’s, giving her a more spoiled, vulnerable impression. Her black eyes gleamed as she laced her fingers with his and leaned in close.
”I won’t let you be alone. I’ll stay with you. Forever.”
”…Thank you.”
They walked silently through the narrow street, the air between them warm with unspoken feelings. When they reached the main street, where the waterways crossed, they saw crowds still gathered despite the late hour. People milled about in front of butcher shops, taverns, and cabarets.
Among them were Adventurers who had entered Ramsey in the past few weeks. While their presence had worsened the city’s security, now that the war was over, the residents seemed to have forgotten their complaints. They laughed, drank, sang, and danced together under the moonlight.
The feast stretched all the way to the square in front of the castle. There, at the main gate, stood the administrative assistant knight and Priscilla, dressed in her signature witch attire.
As Kian and Natra weaved through the crowd toward them, Priscilla noticed first and waved.
”Hey, hey! The heroes have returned!” she called cheerfully. “Good job, Lord Kian! Natra, thank you for your hard work. How’d the negotiations go with the other party?”
”Good evening, Ms. Priscilla. It went well,” Natra replied politely. “Lord Kevin, you’ve worked hard too.”
”I’m glad you’re safe, Lord Kian,” said the assistant knight, Kevin, offering a tired smile.
There was likely a feast happening inside the castle for the ‘lords’—but Kevin’s clothes carried no scent of food. Like Rufna and the Holy Squad still on alert at the fortress, he had likely been swamped with various tasks.
Kian gave a concise report on the negotiation outcome. Natra had acted as secretary during the talks, but Kevin couldn’t read Azrael script. While Kian hesitated, wondering how best to explain, Natra casually handed Kevin the minutes.
”I wrote it in Western Common,” she said.
”…Even without instructions, you were that considerate? I’m sorry—and thank you,” Kevin said, genuinely impressed.
”No need,” Natra replied. “I thought Lord Bertrand might ask to see the memo. Sir Kevin, the handwriting’s a bit rough, but can you read it?”
Kevin nodded, scanning the pages under the will-o’-the-wisp light conjured by Priscilla. He flipped from the first page straight to the end.
”Can I keep this?”
”Of course. I’d like to submit it to Princess Maribel later, though. Would you mind making a copy for me?”
”No problem. I’m being transferred tomorrow, anyway, so I’ll take care of it.”
”…Transferred?” Priscilla echoed, blinking. “To where?”
”To the princess. I have no idea what the process is to get reassigned to Her Highness’s side…” Kevin scratched the back of his neck. “Anyway, I plan to gather my team and leave around midnight. The remaining tasks will fall to Lord Kian and the Holy Troops. Sorry about that.”
”No, it’s not an issue,” Kian replied.
”But… leaving around midnight? The banquet isn’t even over yet,” Priscilla said.
”If you’d like,” Natra offered, “I can open a teleportation gate for you. That way you can at least enjoy tonight’s banquet. Everyone’s worked so hard—it’s a shame to leave on an empty stomach just as the war ends.”
Kevin shook his head.
”I’ve heard from Lord Bertrand. Izerland’s side will provide a teleportation gate. I must leave on time,” he added, his voice tinged with a formal stiffness.
”I see… What about your family?” Natra asked, tilting his head slightly.
”I’ve already informed them,” Kevin replied. “My wife is probably packing the bags now. Gunter, who’s single, has to pack his own things, so he’ll probably be home around evening.”
He paused briefly before continuing.
”Lord Kian and Lady Natra aren’t attending the banquet?” Kevin’s tone held a trace of surprise. “You two are the ones who made this war happen.”
”I’m not fond of banquets,” Kian said flatly. “I’ve always preferred quiet places where I can be alone.”
”Is that so? That’s unexpected,” Kevin muttered, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the same as me. You don’t like noisy places either.”
”That’s why the casino you run is members-only,” Priscilla remarked knowingly.
Kevin smiled. “You know that well.”
Priscilla blinked. “Hmm? Now that you mention it—about a month ago, Elder Brother Louis said there was a troublesome foreign customer who was causing chaos at the casino.”
”I have no memory of that,” Kevin said, brushing it off. “I don’t think it was me. I haven’t been banned.”
Priscilla narrowed his eyes. “Doubtful.”
”Anyway, Lord Kian, Lady Priscilla, Lady Natra,” Kevin said formally, straightening his back. “I’ll be leaving soon. Thank you for the report. I’ll formalize the negotiation details into a document and inform the remaining aides here right away.”
Kian gave a small nod.
”Tomorrow morning, before the victory ceremony, I’ll check the completed record document,” he said. “So please tell the person in charge to bring it to my office early in the morning.”
”Understood. Then, I will take my leave.”
The administrative aide turned and walked away toward the main gate of the castle. Once he was gone, Kian turned to Priscilla.
”So, why is Ms. Priscilla here when she’s not good with parties?”
”Because the whole town is in a festive uproar. There’s no quiet place anywhere,” Priscilla replied with a sigh. “I was going to examine the samples you gave me at the Adventurer Guild’s dismantling area, but I ran into Friedrich and Gonzales there.”
”Friedrich and Gonzales… the heads of the Adventurer Guild?”
Friedrich was the head of the East End branch, where Kian was based. Gonzales was the leader of the Izerland branch.
They had been the ones who issued the request to find Rean and the others from the “Lion’s Companion.”
Technically, the quest had been completed when Rean, Ninini, and Vestacia were handed over to the Guild staff at the ancient temple. But considering what happened afterward, it didn’t feel right to claim the full reward.
In the end, the highly valuable Rank 1 Adventurer party—”Lion’s Companion”—was wiped out, with only Rean surviving. And now, even Rean had vanished somewhere with Vestacia.
Still, it wasn’t like nothing had been salvaged. The “Gray Bear’s Group” had been properly handed over. And Rean, wherever he was, was likely alive and busy with adventuring—looking far healthier than before.
(Well, that’s true.)
”Friedrich and Gonzales are calling for you,” Priscilla said.
”Understood. I’ll head to the Guild now,” Kian replied.
”Right. Then I’ll go with you,” Priscilla added casually. “Actually, I just handed over Lyritisse’s body to them a moment ago.”
”Is that so?” Kian asked, eyes narrowing.
Priscilla responded with a nonchalant wave of her fingers, which were wrapped in black lace gloves. From her gesture, a familiar formed—its body made from dragon bones. She sat sideways on the creature’s back, which was the size of a bear.
”Until I’m asked, I say nothing. Even if I am asked, I’d prefer to keep it as hidden as possible. It’s a dubious story, and it would only tarnish Rean’s reputation.”
”I think Rean does plenty on his own to earn bad rumors,” Kian said wryly.
Priscilla smirked and glanced toward the dance hall within the castle.
”Is it really okay not to show my face?” she asked, as though teasing.
”Would it be bad if I didn’t?” Kian countered.
”No,” Natra chimed in from beside them. “Lady Sarah and Lady Linca are handling the ‘eyes of the lords’ in your place. If you don’t want to go out, then you don’t have to.”
”Sarah and Linca are…?”
”Yeah. I peeked a little. They were really skilled,” Natra said approvingly. “It’s good that you have excellent subordinates.”
”They’re not subordinates,” Kian replied, correcting him. “They’re companions.”
”Honestly, you could just say ‘my women,’” Priscilla said with a sharp smile.
Kian was caught off guard, rendered momentarily speechless by the jab. He continued smiling awkwardly.
Natra cleared her throat loudly, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters.
”By the way,” she said, “what are Sir Guy and Lord Louis up to?”
”Who knows?” Priscilla replied, her tone indifferent. “It looked like there was some kind of card game tournament going on as entertainment for the party. I guess both of them are participating? Guy, obviously. Louis is also obsessed with card games.”
”A card game tournament…” Natra echoed, his brows furrowing slightly.
”Hmm? Natra, is something wrong?” Kian asked, raising an eyebrow.
”No, it’s nothing,” she replied quickly. “Sir Kian, if we’re going to the Guild, let’s go.”
”Ah. I want to check the sacrificial technique first, but…” Kian hesitated.
’If that’s the case, I’ll go take a look first. If there’s anything unusual, I’ll report it.’
(Can I ask you to, Talia?)
Kian asked mentally.
’Hmm. So far, there doesn’t seem to be any change in the technique, but… well, I’ll go take a look.’
Talia floated off toward the Catacombs.
Kian looked up at Priscilla.
”We’ll leave the Catacombs for later,” he said. “First, we’re going to the Guild.”
* * *
There were relatively few residents around the Adventurer Guild in the northwestern area of Ramsey.
Being far from the main street where alcohol is served, and an area where lawless adventurers tend to gather, ordinary people rarely came near.
As Kian, Natra, and Priscilla emerged from the narrow passage into the square in front of the Adventurer Guild, they saw faint light leaking from the building’s windows.
”Friedrich, Gonzales,” Priscilla called, pushing the door open and stepping inside.
Kian followed behind her, making eye contact with the Guild staff waiting at the entrance.
They all wore solemn expressions.
He still didn’t know what had happened to the Guild staff trapped in the ancient temple. The combatants of the main house, Storm Herd, were supposedly guarding it, but even the chieftains of the Beastmen Alliance had said they didn’t know the current situation.
With the Beastmen Alliance devastated, Storm Herd couldn’t even collect their reward payments. There was a possibility they’d sell the Guild staff as slaves for quick funds, then disappear after retrieving their families from the refugee camp.
Kian had sent a report of the war’s outcome, along with the chieftains’ orders, to the temple immediately after negotiations. But even considering Wing Cain’s speed, the message wouldn’t arrive until at least tomorrow morning.
The situation of those left behind by Eleonora remained unclear.
”Guild Master,” Kian said quietly.
They were led through the entrance and into the infirmary deep within the building.
Inside were two figures—an elderly Guild Master, and another muscular one with a flamboyant air.
Before them were two beds. Resting on each lay a cat Beastman: Ninini and Lyritisse.
Ninini had been handed over from the Cat Beastman tribe during Kian’s journey to the alliance negotiations. A tribal figure named Kakaka, reportedly her much older stepbrother, had tried to arrange treatment for her through his connections. But after Kakaka was stoned to death, they were left at a loss.
The witch in charge of her care had eventually given up, saying, “I can’t do it-meow,” and Ninini had been pushed onto Ramsey’s side. Apparently, she had been an exile, and no one but Kakaka wanted anything to do with her.
”Oh, Kian!” said Friedrich.
”Oh, Kian-chan~♡ Long time no see! You must be tired from the quest. I heard you were quite active in the war, weren’t you?” Gonzales added, his lipstick-laden smile bright.
”It’s been a while, Mr. Friedrich, Mr. Gonzales. I see you were here,” Kian said, smiling.
”Yes. I teleported here today at noon,” Friedrich replied. “Thank you for your work in tracking down the ‘Gray Bear’s Group’ and ‘Lion’s Companion.’ I received the report that the handover for ‘Lion’s Companion’ has been completed as well.”
”Yes, at the ancient temple,” Kian confirmed, nodding.
He removed the holders for his two magic swords and handed them to Natra, then relaxed into a seated posture before them.
”I should have stayed at the temple,” he murmured. “If I had, maybe I could’ve saved at least 30 of the Guild staff.”
”You had your own job to do,” Friedrich said gently.
”I heard you became a steward on the princess’s orders?” Gonzales interjected. “It was a hot topic at the salon in Izerland. The border lords were all sending their ‘eyes’ over here.”
”Yes, well…” Kian replied vaguely.
”Friedrich, Gonzales,” Priscilla cut in, her tone sharp. “If you have questions for Lord Kian, ask quickly. He’s not free. He has things to do before morning.”
Friedrich and Gonzales exchanged glances.
”Ah, sorry♡ Well then, let’s move on,” Gonzales said with a shrug.
”I have three things I want to ask,” Friedrich began. “First, the whereabouts of the 30 Guild staff members from the Izerland branch. I heard they became hostages to help Lady Eleonora escape. Will they be returned?”
”Kian-chan, are those kids safe?” Gonzales asked, clasping his enormous hands in front of his chest.
Kian shook his head. “We’re still investigating. It seems some remnants of Storm Herd remain at the ancient temple, but neither the chieftains nor anyone else knows what they’re doing. I’ve sent a letter there. If all goes well, we should get a reply by tomorrow morning.”
”After that, it’ll be negotiations, right?” Friedrich asked.
”I believe so.”
”Hmm… Could the worst-case scenario happen?” Gonzales asked, his tone uneasy.
”If the Storm Herd remnants decide to flee with their families from the refugee camp, they might kill the captives to erase any trace. Even if they don’t, they might abandon them in the temple due to the limited food supply. If they’re left imprisoned without water, the staff will last no more than three days.”
”Three days…” Friedrich muttered. “With the swamp break, it’ll be too late.”
”If it were me,” Kian said, pausing, “I’d make it in time.”
He hesitated a moment, then continued.
”Understood. I’ll go to help them.”
”Lord Kian, what about tomorrow’s victory ceremony?” Priscilla asked.
”This isn’t the time to worry about that. If anyone can save them, it’s me. I have to go. I’ve already sent a letter ahead, so that part is handled, but… in hindsight, it wasn’t the best solution.”
”You’re too soft-hearted…” Friedrich muttered.
”Kian-chan!” Gonzales grabbed his shoulder.
Kian’s vision filled with the flamboyant man’s tough, makeup-adorned face.
”Save those kids! I’ll do anything you want as a reward!”
”Even during the Adventurer Point triple period?” Kian quipped dryly.
”Of course not! I’ll give you money, points, valuable equipment—anything!”
”Since I’m already going, I don’t care about a reward,” Kian said calmly. “As soon as I finish preparations, I’ll leave.”
”Thank you! I’m counting on you!” Gonzales cried.
”What’s the second question?” Kian asked.
”It’s about the whereabouts of the Rean Rank 1 Adventurers,” Friedrich said, twisting the edge of his eye bags, shaped like tiny bears.
”Where did he go after leaving the ancient temple? Did he reunite with the party members he was recruiting? And is Vestacia, who had crystallized, safe?”
”I don’t know everything,” Kian admitted. “From what Lady Eleonora told me, they left the temple about a week ago. So they might not be in Ramsey anymore.”
”He’s probably been moving to avoid the war,” Friedrich muttered.
”Hm, but it’s hard to believe he’s already passed through the Great Forest,” Priscilla mused, tapping her chin.
”If that’s the case, maybe he went straight south from the temple,” Kian offered. “If he made it through the marshes, he could have reached a relatively safe area. He might already be back in Izerland by now.”
”There hasn’t been any news that Rean has shown up at the Izerland branch,” Friedrich reported.
”Rean is a shrewd man,” Gonzales said with confidence. “He’ll probably show up at some branch soon enough, so don’t worry. Or if you’re really that worried, why not issue a Quest to search for him?”
”Let’s do that… But to think that our branch’s strongest force, Lion’s Companion, would be wiped out like this…” Friedrich sighed, voice heavy with disbelief. “What a thing. It feels like I’m having a nightmare.”
”The Guild Master has been overseeing them since they were children,” Kian murmured. “I can imagine how he feels.”
Kian said that, but Friedrich weakly leaned against Ninini’s bed. Just like Umar from back then, his face had aged all at once. The steady, unpleasant sound of yellow urine being expelled from the tube attached to Ninini’s bed and into the bottle on the floor filled the room with an awkward silence.
”What’s the third thing?” Kian asked.
Gonzales, upon being questioned, looked toward Lyritisse, who lay on the bed as if dead.
”We got word from the Western Church,” he explained. “They’ve been searching for the hidden child of the cardinal who went missing ten years ago. They shared a description of the child, and well… it matches LyrLyr.”
”Hah.” Kian gave a bitter exhale.
”She had flaxen hair, gray eyes, fair skin—and she was a cute, elegant girl,” Gonzales continued. “Normally, we’d check with the other members of Lion’s Companion, but since we can’t reach them, I figured you, who spent the most time with her, might know something.”
”Unfortunately, I don’t know much about her,” Kian replied flatly. “All I know is that she couldn’t lie, and that she had an enormous amount of magic power—by human standards, anyway. But from the way she carried herself, the way she moved… she didn’t feel like some random rural kid.”
The first time he met Lyritisse was ten years ago—when she was eleven.
Back then, she had no experience as an adventurer, but her magical skills were exceptional. Her body stood out among the other undernourished children—she was clearly well-fed.
If they’re saying she’s the hidden child of a cardinal… well, it makes a strange sort of sense.
”But why are they suddenly looking for the hidden child now?” Kian asked.
”I don’t know,” Gonzales admitted. “I’m not up to date on central politics. But… people die frequently in those power struggles, and sometimes, they suddenly need a blood relative.”
”Wouldn’t it be fine to just hand over Lyritisse to them?” Priscilla interjected coldly. “Life support is tough, and if you’re going to be thrown to the church, you might as well be thrown.”
”The other side doesn’t even know if LyrLyr is the real hidden child,” Kian replied. “If things go wrong, they might make her the hidden child, even if she’s not—use her as a symbol or god for their own faction. From LyrLyr’s perspective, she passed out in Erynys’s ancient temple… and the next thing she knows, she’s the daughter of a cardinal, caught in a bloody power struggle? That’d mess up her entire life. And for us? We’d lose a powerful magician from the Guild.”
”Whatever the truth is,” Kian said coldly, “it has nothing to do with me anymore.”
He had never gotten along with Lyritisse. Now that the quest was over, he didn’t particularly care.
”Is that all for the discussion?” Kian asked.
”Yeah… Friedrich, do you have anything to add?”
”No… nothing,” Friedrich murmured, barely audible.
”That’s it, then,” Kian nodded.
”Understood. Then, once we finish our business here, we’ll begin rescuing the Guild staff immediately. In exchange… could you hand over the Arminus materials that the Guild is currently holding to me directly?”
”Those are under the joint management of Ramsey and the Guild,” Gonzales answered. “We can’t just hand them over to you personally. You’re the castle representative, yes, but if you claim them as your own, that’s embezzlement.”
”In our local government, there’s a proposal to transfer the materials to me—the one who defeated the dragon—once the investigation wraps up. It would be good if you could do something similar on your end. Mr. Gonzales, you’re coordinating the Guild in the borderlands, right? Could you persuade the headquarters in the Royal Capital?”
”If it’s just persuasion,” Gonzales nodded, “I’ll send a message. In return, make sure to properly help my precious kids over there.”
”I understand.”
So—yet another job had been added to his list.
Once the conversation was over, Kian left the ward, accompanied by Natra and Priscilla.
Afterward, he went down to inspect the sacrificial magic circle in the basement.
Surprisingly, the magic circle had begun self-destructing the moment Kian and the others entered the Catacombs—according to Talia, anyway.
Now that the war was over, there was no longer a reason to resurrect the Thorn Demon.
Owl, though a monster, thought differently from humans. But it wasn’t some hopeless abomination that would kill indiscriminately.
”By the way, Lady Priscilla,” Natra asked as they were withdrawing from the Catacombs, “was Lady Eleonora at the castle?”
”No, I haven’t seen her,” Priscilla replied. “I don’t think she participated. She’d been making mistakes, and during the decisive battle, she was holed up in the fortress, right? Even if she wanted to come emotionally, she couldn’t.”
”Even so, she should have participated,” Natra muttered, gazing worriedly toward the north-northwest. “If she doesn’t show up, Lady Eleonora will be completely left out—not just from politics, but from how Sunlightland is treated moving forward.”
”Well, if I were her,” Priscilla said casually, “I’d smile and join the party, praising Lord Kian’s bravery. Just doing that would change everything. But she’s not that thick-skinned. If she were, she could’ve drawn out negotiations with the Beastmen Alliance much longer.”
”────” Natra didn’t respond immediately.
”You’re really taking her side,” Priscilla remarked, looking back at Natra with curiosity. “What’s up with that?”
”It’s not like we don’t know her,” Natra replied softly.
”True, we’ve interacted with Lady Eleonora in various places.”
”Yeah. She’s not a bad person—actually, she tries really hard.”
”That’s true,” Priscilla agreed, voice mellowing a bit.
”I just don’t want to see someone like that being shunned by everyone,” Natra said earnestly.
Natra likely felt that way because she was also someone who gave her all, just like Eleonora.
Even Kian, though often critical, felt sympathy for Eleonora—someone who had lost her standing due to misfortunes like the salon raid and Maribel’s reckless plotting.
If she’s holed up in that northwestern fortress, paralyzed by indecision…
(Should I send her a letter? Ask her to attend the victory ceremony tomorrow? That’s probably the most I can do.)
Notes:
• Arminus – Male. Leader of the Black Panther Tribe. Possesses extraordinary physical abilities, enhanced by the tribe’s unique technique that repels energy and magic attacks. His speed and strength surpass those of High Warlord Isthbaran. Wields the magic sword Balmung, capable of cleaving through an ice dragon with a single strike. His black fur provides camouflage in low visibility, making him nearly undetectable. Relationship: Leader of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
• Kevin – The diligent administrative assistant from Owl’s knight, who aids Kian. He’s tired but dedicated, and gets transferred to the princess’s side.
• Bertrand – The recent knight recruited by Maribel from bandit. He is from boar tribe and have goblin-like face.
• Gunter – Male. One of Owl’s knights, fully armored in a turtle-like appearance. He is easily distracted by Linca’s charm and struggles to maintain professionalism. His relationship with Owl is one of a subordinate, and he is often scolded for his behavior.
• Louis – Trusted subordinates from the Châtillon family, part of Guy’s elite force.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Kakaka – Male. Top warrior of the Cat Beastmen Tribe. Known for his agility and precision in combat. Relationship: Part of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
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