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... n of betrayal startled the group, but the fourth princess, despite being held by the neck, passionately continued her speech.

"...Is the empire's history so short that it's not as rotten as I thought?"

Flying is noble, treading the earth is inferior, and crawling beneath is wicked!

Not a very ancient empire and was founded by slaying underground monsters, the imperial family seemed more deranged than corrupt.

"Um, this might sound odd, but... we're going to kill y ...

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