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... in was so pale as though his face was the color of gold paper, yet he was forcing himself to remain conscious.
"No, with my strength, there’s really nothing I can do..."
The person the Militia Captain was speaking to, the Priest of the Church stationed in this village, was also sweating profusely at this moment.
Even the chilly autumn morning breeze couldn’t cool his anxious heart.
In the still intact Church, there are now [] injured people lying down
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