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... e, Neimilia and Celia were strolling through the capital city together.

“Oh, this statue is still here”

Neimilia, who was walking down the main street with Celia, stopped and looked up at the bronze statue standing in the middle of the road.

“This is a statue of the first king of the Athena Kingdom, right? Look, he has a sword at his waist and a dagger on his chest, doesn’t he? The sword at his waist pretends to be the 『Water』 Holy Sword, Mistilteinn, while the dagger on ...

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