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... I die.
Strictly speaking, the title was a little Chuunibyou and was kind of embarrassing.
Then - - I looked at the sceptre.
I decided to ask Rarael, who was in charge of directing the Dark-Elves cleaning up after the coronation.
“Hey, Rarael. What is this sceptre made of? It’s extremely light.”
“That is the sceptre passed down by our Dark-Elf race for generations. I do not know the details but every generation’s leader was responsible for safe keeping it. ...
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