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... tely, the so-called rune runes are naturally rune characters. This is a secret magic talisman derived from Norse mythology. It is naturally a very famous system, but it is not that he has never been in contact with it, so how can he say that it is completely unrecognizable?

   Not to mention anything else, he just recorded knowledge about rune magic in the Fate world.

  From rune magic like Gandr strikes that modern magicians reproduced...to original runes like Caster Cuchulainn or ...

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