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... an aristocrat that sold his territory to me, and there’s a good reason why a proud aristocrat of the Algrand Empire is in such a sorry state.

Not only am I a duke, but my military might is on a whole different level as compared to his.

As a case in point, the knights that are supposed to be protecting the viscount are sprawled all over the floor, with my knights towering over them.

The viscount’s face is bruised and swollen as well due to the beating that he received.

Why ...

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