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Chapter 81: Echoes of the Sword’s Legend
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... ith Vita Zain, Max did not dare delay another breath.
A sudden move brought him ahead, fabric fluttering like wings caught in wind. Tension shaped his face now, not vanity. Hands folded - not flat, but rounded like they held something fragile - as he dipped low near the girls. Respect lived in that gesture, quiet and unspoken.
"Ladies, I failed to discipline him properly and allowed this bastard to offend you. I hope you can forgive his rashness on my account. When we return, I w ...
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