Volume 6 Chapter 98 Lost Legion
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
In the capital of the Totoana Empire, inside the Crystal Palace where the Emperor normally handled state affairs, chaos had broken out. The news came suddenly: the Demon King was attacking.
But the Emperor was nowhere to be found. He hated bloodshed and conflict, and when he heard the first reports, he got irritable and left for his villa outside the city. It wasn’t because he was scared of the Demon King—he just didn’t want to deal with the mess. In fact, forcing him to hear bad news could get a noble’s head cut off.
For the last few years, the Crown Prince had been running things in the Emperor’s place. So, in theory, the government should have kept running smoothly despite the Emperor’s absence. But now, the Crown Prince had a big problem.
He was the one who pushed for withdrawing from the Anti-Demon Alliance. That move isolated the empire from the rest of the world. If the Demon King had stayed attacking from the Larse Empire’s territory like before, Totoana could have stayed out of the fight for a while. But now, to everyone’s shock, a teleportation gate linked to the Demon King appeared almost right in the middle of Totoana’s own lands.
This was the crisis caused by the Crown Prince’s bad decision. If he hadn’t interfered, the whole world might still be united against the Demon King.
”The Demon King only showed up in Larse’s territory before! Why would he suddenly appear here? That makes no sense!” the Crown Prince argued, trying to defend himself.
But with each excuse, the court’s unity broke down further. The empire had contributed a lot to the Anti-Demon Alliance, and though the Crown Prince’s cost-cutting had been praised before, now people saw him as incompetent. And an incompetent leader with power was nothing but a disaster waiting to happen.
The Totoana military had hired many skilled summoning heroes. No one doubted they could beat the Demon King. The real problem was the cost of the war. Since leaving the alliance, the empire had to pay for everything on its own.
If the Crown Prince hadn’t acted so short-sighted, they could have been using the world’s armies for free by now.
The allied forces made all the difference in fighting the Demon King. Even the powerful Larse Empire, equal to Totoana, hadn’t tried to face the Demon King alone.
”With our full Imperial Army, pushing the Demon King back should be easy,” one official said. “But what happens after that? Larse will attack us once we’re worn out. That’s a sure thing.”
At court, where the Crown Prince’s supporters were losing ground, Simon—brother to the Emperor—stood out. He was supposed to have given up his claim to the throne, but now he spoke with unusual energy, saying he was here to clean up after his nephew’s mistakes.
”Still, we can’t go back to the Anti-Demon Alliance now,” Simon said. “That would shame the Crown Prince and hurt the empire’s honor.”
One noble, hated by the Crown Prince, spoke up with a sly smile. Some nobles, even if disliked by those in power, wanted to be noticed. It was risky, but they preferred being hated over ignored.
”The important thing is, other countries shouldn’t look down on us,” the noble said. “We just need to make it look like the allied nations are begging for us to come back.”
”That won’t be easy,” another replied. “That just gives the allies the upper hand.”
”Even if they don’t gain anything, it’ll keep the petty officials at the Hero Management Bureau happy.”
”Oh? So we’re talking about bribery?”
”Don’t be crude. But it wouldn’t be surprising if some took it upon themselves to handle the dirty work.”
After Simon’s words, some courtiers moved fast. Those connected to the Hero Management Bureau began offering bribes, while others tried to stop them. Everyone acted for what they called the national interest—though what that meant varied depending on their rank.
The Crystal Palace was full of schemers. Talented but foolish plots tangled together, often making things worse.
Maybe the Emperor, who had withdrawn to avoid trouble, was wiser than anyone thought. Even if the empire sank into chaos, at least he had found some peace and quiet for now.
* * *
”What is this food? How can anyone eat this?!”
A large man in an old-fashioned breastplate slammed his fist on the table. He looked like a bandit leader, but he was a real knight of the Totoana Empire. He didn’t control any land, but he came from a noble family and led a unit of the border guard.
The empire’s backbone, which held countless vassal states, depended on soldiers like him. So long as they stayed loyal, they were allowed a fair bit of freedom in those vassal lands. Because of that, commanders often acted arrogantly where they were stationed. The locals hated them for it, but no matter how much they tried to make friends, the resentment never went away. So the best tactic was to intimidate people, to make sure they weren’t looked down on. That was what Totoana soldiers were taught.
Knight Simon was no different—he was exactly the kind of man who could be brutal to weaker opponents. A typical Totoana soldier, through and through.
Right now, his unit was in a tough spot. They’d been sent to scout the Demon King’s forces, but their supplies ran out in a remote village in a vassal state. The supply train and the higher-ups who planned it were to blame, but if Knight Simon used that as an excuse to retreat, he’d take all the blame.
To get back honorably, he needed to earn some merit. Until then, they had to survive on whatever they could find.
”If you’re wondering what this is, it’s probably some kind of rabbit. The burnt parts? Just a cooking mistake. Our army seriously needs someone who knows how to cook,” said a young man dressed for hunting, looking every bit the noble.
This was Lieutenant Simon. In the Totoana Empire, one in ten men was named Simon—from royalty to commoners. Even in this squad, there were several with the same name.
”I know what rabbits are! That’s not the point,” Knight Simon snapped. “If the village head had even a little political sense, he’d open his food stores and welcome us. But instead, what do we get? How can we fight on scraps like this?”
Even as he complained, Knight Simon almost devoured the plate of rabbit himself, picking the easiest bits and leaving the rest behind. Somehow, he seemed to care for his men—after all, they got to eat his leftovers.
”This is what we caught by sending out former hunters as scouts. I wonder when we’ll get to eat real meat again,” the lieutenant said.
They’d tried to live off the land after failing to get food from the village, but all they’d managed was a few rabbits. Without hunting deer or boars, feeding a hundred soldiers was impossible.
Hunting big game near villages was unrealistic—even if the area wasn’t protected. Everyone wanted meat, so the prey was already gone.
”The real problem is the bread,” Knight Simon said. “That village head claimed he has none for us! But imperial law says they should keep a three-year stockpile!”
”As expected of the captain—you know your laws. That one’s from the founding days. Not many people even remember it now.”
”Knowing or not doesn’t matter. Lawbreakers can be punished. If we execute a few as an example, they’ll probably hand over whatever food they’re hiding.”
Knight Simon tried to sound harsh. If the village complied, the supply convoy would reward them even more. But their hostility made the villagers seem unforgivable.
In truth, the villagers were just scared of running out of food. Even when told they’d be paid back, they didn’t fully understand.
”If we’re going to make enemies of these villagers, we need to secure the well first—so they can’t poison it.”
”That’s true. Make sure the soldiers have plenty of water overnight. Hunger won’t kill a man right away. While they can still move, we strike the Demon King and make our escape.”
”The Demon King’s vanguard is called Goblin. They should be easy enough to scatter. What the higher-ups want is a quick win in the first battle—news that’ll boost the whole army’s morale. So the real battle results don’t matter as much. You’ve thought this through.”
Taking on a hundred Goblin and breaking them quickly would be perfect. They could claim a victory over the Demon King’s forces without question.
Even if there were only ten enemies, most soldiers only saw what was right in front of them. If ten soldiers all testified they fought ten Goblin, making the victory sound impressive would be easy.
With clever words, you shape how people think, creating a story of exaggerated victories. Since it’s a story the soldiers want to hear, they start believing it after a while. Even the truth officers might be fooled.
”Deceive? No. It’s a necessary lie for the Empire.”
Knight Simon and his aide shared a knowing smile.
”The question is whether we’ll actually find the enemy. Push too far, and it’s dangerous. If we don’t manage something by tomorrow or the day after, we’ll have to retreat before we’re stuck.”
”Hungry soldiers can’t even beat a Goblin. But is that really okay? If it comes to that, you’ll probably be demoted at best…”
”If losing my head can save my dear men, it’s a small price.”
Ah, that was a lie. Or maybe he believed it, at least a little.
Though newly assigned, Lieutenant Simon understood their captain was respected. He pushed them hard in training, but they fought side by side and shared meals. Sure, he took the best cuts for himself, but he had a human side that made him approachable.
In truth, many noble commanders were far worse, and Knight Simon might still be one of the better ones.
What mattered was winning and escaping. It would be a disaster if the Demon King took this village after they struck the Goblins and pulled back.
Should they burn the village down? After all, the villagers had been uncooperative. It wasn’t impossible they were working with the Demon King.
* * *
In the dead of night, led by the village head, the villagers fled with their hidden food supplies. Knight Simon let them go after seizing only the provisions.
”How naive,” his aide muttered, shaking his head. “Showing mercy to the subjects of a vassal state only sets us up to be tripped up later.”
”If we’re going to do this, we must do it completely,” the aide added. “This superior is too soft, too indecisive. He won’t amount to anything.”
”That may be true,” Simon said quietly, “but it feels wrong to take from women and children. Should we just kill the men, then?”
”No, it’s too late for that now,” the aide said grimly. “If we lose track of those who know the land at night, capturing them will be almost impossible.”
The villagers, now quick and scattered like spiderlings, had already disappeared into the darkness. Knight Simon clicked his tongue and turned back to the village with the stolen flour.
Even the baker had fled, so the soldiers mixed the flour with water and spread it on pottery and iron plates to bake over the fire. It wasn’t much, but when you’re starving, even that feels like a feast—the smell of fresh bread making their stomachs growl.
The bread was surprisingly good. There was no alcohol, but it still felt like a small celebration.
Fighting Goblins meant casualties were inevitable. Some of the fallen might have been their own. With no certainty about tomorrow, the soldiers sang and danced to keep their spirits up.
As dawn began to break, Knight Simon gathered his troops and prepared to move out. Many hadn’t slept, but no one cared.
To keep the enemy from using their resources, they buried the wells and set fire to the houses. The smoke would serve as a useful marker.
”Listen up, men! We’ll crush the Demon King’s vanguard and return victorious!”
Morale was high. Though they’d only faced fleeing villagers, last night’s complete victory had restored their strength, especially after finally eating a little.
An army of over a hundred was a respectable force in these parts. They marched confidently across the rolling hills.
”This area used to be a forest. Some big trees still stand, but they all look the same and can be confusing. If we cut them down, we might sell the wood for a good price.”
”Please don’t add more work to our plates.”
”Not now. I’ve heard if I earn merit here, I might even be granted this land.”
”Nice optimism, but rewards come after the war, not before.”
Vice Officer Simon didn’t consider the Empire losing, but he knew soldiers could easily die on the battlefield. Achieving a great feat too quickly often meant you were marked for an early death.
”Even ordinary barley becomes a problem when it grows taller than our knees. Think a small Goblin could hide in this grass?”
”Worried about ambushes? Look—over there! That hill’s shadow looks suspicious.”
Simon scanned the area and spotted a group of Goblins hiding in the grass. They thought they were well hidden, but the barley was flattened oddly, giving them away to anyone paying attention.
”This is worse than a kid’s game of hide and seek. About fifty of them—just the right number. It’s a bull formation! Let’s charge, but stay sharp for other ambushes!”
Though a regular army, their formation was flexible. They charged at the ambushing Goblins, turning the surprise attack into a quick victory as the Goblins scattered in panic.
”Just a single touch of armor and sleeve… Shabby, but that’s a military flag. A good trophy.”
”This proves we defeated the Demon King’s forces. Alright, enough glory for now. Don’t chase them too far! No lingering—let’s move out quickly!”
Still, the soldiers, high on victory, found it hard to stop. The shield-bearers and spearmen stayed put, but the lighter-armored swordsmen broke formation and went after the fleeing Goblins.
”Damn it, fools! We’ll wait here and pick them off later. Form a turtle formation! Half of you rest in shifts.”
On a hill with a clear view, they sat down in the shade of a large tree. The rush of battle faded, replaced by exhaustion and hunger. They’d eaten their last food this morning, but at least they had water. The soldiers drank deeply from their canteens.
”Sweet nectar, sweet nectar! Water tastes so good on the battlefield. Would’ve been better if it were the wine of victory, but that’s for the triumphant return.”
Knight Simon lifted a clear plastic bottle, showing it off.
”That’s the famous Sabroa bottle, right? Must be expensive.”
”Yeah. Lucky me, I bought an empty one cheap. The high-ups at the Crystal Palace drink the Sabroa spirits like water. An empty bottle is just a bonus. It’s light as a feather.”
He’d actually stolen it from his superior’s home but kept that secret.
”By the way, there are a lot of Sabroa-made weapons in the Imperial Capital.”
”I saw them. Great quality—the shine of mithril, no doubt.”
”The king of Sabroa is supposed to have a special skill for processing mithril.”
”I don’t want to admit it, but if he’s a producer, he’s like a dwarf king. That’s fine, I guess.”
”Rumor says he’s weak. But if you join the Sabroa army, you get issued mithril gear, so the nation must be strong enough.”
”Mithril gear is just a dream for poor nobles. I’d love to see an army decked out in mithril. If this reward ends up a bust, maybe I should defect to Sabroa.”
”…Let’s just pretend we didn’t hear that.”
”Of course, I’m joking. Who’d take that seriously?”
* * *
A short break had stretched into a long one, and as the sun began to set, not a single soldier had come back.
”How far did those idiots wander off? I’m not waiting around for them.”
”I think we need to retreat right away. The scattered soldiers are probably trying to make their way home on their own.”
Simon let out a tired sigh.
He looked around at the faces of the men with him—exhausted, hungry, and clearly scared.
”There’s no choice. I won’t risk my men here. We have to fall back, and fast.”
”If we move through the town at night, we should reach Santos by dawn.”
”The goblins see well in the dark. It’s safer not to travel after sunset. For now, let’s pull back to the village. Our water’s running low—drink sparingly. Maybe it was a mistake filling the well so quickly.”
The village had been burned to the ground, smoke thinning as it rose into the sky. Still, it was a good point of reference.
The hills around them, once thick with trees, had been cleared, giving a wide view—but hills like these stretched endlessly. One wrong step and they could get lost.
* * *
”This doesn’t feel right. Was the village really this far away?”
”Is the smoke moving farther off? And look at the sun—it’s in a weird spot.”
”It’s a trap by the Demon King! Such cheap tricks. East! If we head east, we should find a town.”
Whispers of doubt began to spread among the soldiers, but Simon cut through it quickly. The smoke they’d used as a landmark was probably from a goblin campfire.
He said they should push straight east, and the tension eased.
”That sounds too easy. Are you sure?”
Simon thought it over. They didn’t know exactly where they were, but circling around was worse. East made the most sense.
* * *
The next day, the whole army sat slumped by a wide river.
”Why’s there a river here?!”
”Maybe it’s a tributary of the Obi River. We’ve drifted farther south than we thought. If we follow the river to the sea, we’ll hit one of the Republic’s colonies.”
”The Republic’s terrible. What if we go upstream? Could we end up in the Empire’s land?”
”The land’s steep up there, no roads either. Might be quicker to go back to the village.”
”I’m done! The goblins aren’t the real enemy—it’s this march that’s breaking us. Our chance at a big victory is slipping away.”
This was supposed to be their first real win against the Demon King, and that meant a reward. But if the report was delayed, all they’d get credit for was scattering goblins. Would anyone even call it a real victory?
”Even if we make it back through the Republic, someone else will beat us to it.”
”This is ridiculous!”
Simon threw down the Demon King’s flag—the one he’d held onto so tightly.
”A two-headed eagle with a branch? How boring. This flag’s heavy and awkward. Maybe I should just throw it away.”
”If you toss it, why not use it as a cloak? Wait—it’s not a branch. That’s a snake. It’s the Larse Imperial family’s crest!”
”What? That means… trouble?”
”We’ve been tricked! The Demon King has a real strategist. We walked right into their trap. When did this happen? No, we haven’t even wiped out the goblins yet! They escaped on purpose—to lure us in. That’s terrifying.”
”A goblin with a scheme? Ridiculous. But what if the Demon King is smart? I heard Advanced Demonfolk are clever. So, what now? If you have a better idea, say it.”
”Should we ask for asylum in the Republic? Or become mercenaries for Sabroa? That flag’s a problem, but we can burn it. If we play it right, it could be a trump card…”
The soldiers stared at the muttering lieutenant with hollow eyes. They didn’t care anymore. They just wanted a decision. Some even thought it better to gamble on a desperate retreat into death.
* * *
Lately, reports coming to the Crystal Palace were all bad. Frontline units were being torn apart like teeth pulled from a comb. Survivors claimed they were winning fights. The Demon King wasn’t the real threat.
Lord Simon first suspected the Larse Empire’s hand in this. Entire legions vanished—not just losses, but whole units. Capture or defection was the only explanation. No one believed the Demon King took prisoners. So only one answer remained: many generals had been bought by the Larse side.
If he didn’t show strong leadership, the pro-crown prince faction would lose power—and Simon wasn’t about to let go of what he’d worked for.
”I have to prove I’m nothing like that young upstart. I’ll make a decision no one can copy and carve my name into history! Yes! If I can defeat both the Demon King and the Larse Empire at once, I’ll be the true emperor—ruling the world and taking revenge on my brother!”
”I won’t let the Larse Empire steal victory during our disaster. They struck first, so we must strike back! We’ll lure the Demon King toward the Larse side, let them fight each other. When both are weak, my empire will crush them!”
”We should stand united against the Demon King—as humanity…”
”Weren’t they the ones who betrayed us first? We don’t need followers who cling to old ways. Only those who see the future deserve the crown!”
Simon’s voice shook with excitement. The idea that the Larse Empire had forced the Demon King on them was a settled fact in his mind. So they could use the Demon King as a weapon against Larse.
It was a wild idea. Anyone calm would see that. But the anxious Crystal Palace officials believed it without question.
To face such a huge enemy, even the fractured pro-crown prince faction united, and the long-disorganized Totoana Empire finally began to move.
* * *
”An extra order for two thousand sets of armor? Seriously? And all of it mithril?”
”Exactly. Every last one. Mithril’s pretty popular right now.”
Shea-Shea said it flatly, without a hint of a smile.
After all, the whole idea of mithril plating on armor was hers in the first place. The plan was simple: cover iron armor with a thin layer of regenerated mithril to stop rust and make it look nicer. That was it, plain and simple.
But appearance matters. Most people who want full plate armor are nobles, and nobles like to show off. Regenerated mithril is cheap, and since it’s just a thin plating, it doesn’t use much. For me, it was a bit of a hassle but nothing serious.
I started with a limited run of a hundred sets, treating it like a business experiment. Of course, it became wildly popular. The management bureau apparently made a huge profit by reselling them at crazy prices.
Those who actually wore the armor praised it, claiming its magic resistance was incredible and its defense practically outrageous—the real joy of mithril, even if it was only a coating.
At first, I laughed it off, thinking it was just rust prevention and people were exaggerating. But the feedback from my soldiers was surprisingly positive.
Their praise was too consistent to be a placebo effect. So, I gave it a try myself—and it really was impressive.
Uno and the others mocked me for not noticing sooner.
But it’s understandable. I’d worn mithril-coated armor before, and nothing like this had happened. To be precise, El’s armor did activate the effect, but since it was my first time wearing armor, I wouldn’t have felt the difference.
The mysterious effect gave a big boost to strength and nullified magic attacks.
Even if you dressed a scarecrow in it, nothing would happen. The armor generates an invisible field only when mana flows through it.
If Uno—the mana ghost—wore it, the armor would basically be unstoppable, blocking both physical and magic attacks.
For ordinary mana users, it’s just a little better than normal armor. But if the plating chips even slightly, the mysterious power drops sharply. So the best tactic is to keep hitting the same spot.
That’s when I had an idea: what if I put a thin layer of raw mithril over the plated coating?
Raw mithril, when shaped and hardened, is what real mithril is. And it has self-repairing powers.
So, I figured that putting real mithril on top of the regenerated mithril plating would stop the chipping.
* * *
The secret to the mysterious effect is creating an ultra-thin layer of regenerated mithril on Earth-made iron. Just applying raw mithril directly to Earth iron doesn’t work. But plating the regenerated mithril as thin as possible gives the iron mysterious power. Why? No one knows.
Adding a layer of raw mithril as a topcoat helped, but if it’s too thick, the effect weakens.
By layering an ultra-thin sheet of raw mithril over the ultra-thin regenerated mithril, we got armor even better than the all-mithril stuff the dwarves make.
There’s no real limit on how thick the iron base can be, but less than a millimeter is strong enough. It’s better to stack several thin sheets of this mysterious armor than make one piece thick.
Still, what makes Earth iron different from the iron here? Did it become some kind of cheat metal crossing the world barrier? Without the mithril coating, it’s just normal iron.
Since mana can’t be used to work raw mithril, I’m not planning to mass-produce armor with double mithril layers.
For now, I only made armor for Ms. Shirakaba. When she tried it on and started thrashing around, she hugged me tightly.
She seemed secretly jealous of Ms. Nina’s cheat-level armor defense.
Which armor is better? Both take almost no damage, even from Uno’s serious strikes, so their defense is off the charts. Any attack strong enough to break through would be deadly, so testing it is too scary.
Ms. Nina’s armor only takes one point of damage per hit—does that mean Ms. Shirakaba already won?
* * *
Armor for sale just needs to perform well enough. Too much power for too low a price is a headache.
So I’ll stick with just regenerated mithril plating. It will wear down after a few battles without maintenance, but that’s part of the price of life. Just buy a new one.
”Isn’t the management bureau placing way too many orders? Are you getting paid?”
”They keep promising to pay, but not a single copper has come through. They must have money, since they’re reselling for dozens of times the price.”
”Sounds like they plan to stiff us from the start. I’m speechless.”
Nobles have weird money sense. If they have cash, they spend it without thinking about the future. They seem to believe things will work out somehow—and often they do.
Miss Floria and Tizzy are reasonable, but they move huge sums without blinking. That’s scary. Shea-Shea’s commoner sense is the most comforting.
Between Ms. Nina and Princess Auroora, they tend to be stingier. The Kingdom of Ayub is poor, after all.
”Should we stop deliveries?”
”Hmm… no. Let’s give them as much as they want. I feel like that’s what the gods want.”
Suddenly, I felt some kind of signal. Have I become a priest? My stomach aches from stress.
Even though I’m blessed, that doesn’t mean the god of contracts is on our side. Each god follows their own rules. If I mess up the contract, divine punishment could come.
I’m being careful, but no one’s perfect.
If you curse someone, you dig two graves. It’s not the same, but I’m ready for that. Ah, maybe I’ll get a stomach ulcer. Dragon God’s Herb will heal it fast, but how many times can that happen?
I remembered the story of Prometheus, bound to a rock while a monster ate his liver. Since his liver regenerates quickly, his suffering never ends.
If I recall, he was punished for giving fire to humans. The gods feared humans getting too strong.
It’s not just about surviving. I never cared much for Prometheus before, but now I feel a strange kinship.
”Shea-Shea will have to bear some hardship too.”
”That’s a promise best left unspoken, ahaha. I look forward to what the gods have in store.”
She sounded like she’d stepped out of a period drama. It’s fine—Shea-Shea still keeps her cool. Mentally, she’s probably tougher than me.
As expected, the dwarves quickly caught on to the secret of Earth iron. They’ll be demanding tons of it. The master smiths will gather to test new prototypes.
In the dwarf kingdom, their furnaces produce firepower rivaling dragon flames. If they really focus, they might even figure out how to process regenerated mithril.
At this rate, scrap mithril—once basically free—will become far more valuable.
Notes:
• Knight Simon – He is a lieutenant, appeared as an exhausted leader, leading a disoriented army. His keen decision-making and authority command respect.
• Shea-Shea – Mauro’s daughter. Hurt by Alexander. Became an eager fiancée after advice from protagonist.
• El – She is a giant woman, appeared as Saburou’s captor, living alone in a large tent, skilled in hunting and cooking, proposes marriage to Saburou.
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• Ms. Nina – Doll Princess (Auroora 217), renamed by the protagonist. Beautiful blonde, ~168 cm, slim waist. Wears adventurer attire. Made from artificial parts and wooden limbs, resembling a princess. Knowledgeable, can read, write, and use basic healing magic. Reliable partner, often saves the protagonist with her skills.
• Nina – Doll Princess (Auroora 217), renamed by the protagonist. Beautiful blonde, ~168 cm, slim waist. Wears adventurer attire. Made from artificial parts and wooden limbs, resembling a princess. Knowledgeable, can read, write, and use basic healing magic. Reliable partner, often saves the protagonist with her skills.
• Miss Floria – Elegant, silver-haired noblewoman in her 40s, referred to as an ‘older sister’. Judge of the Supreme Court and Baroness. Former tutor of Princess Auroora. Initially stern but warms up, showing a playful side. Close with Ms. Nina (Princess Auroora’s doll copy), treating her like a sister. Trustworthy and explains legal matters clearly.
• Tizzy – Claims to be Duke’s daughter, a noble with advanced magic skills. MC and Ms. Shirakaba lover.
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