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... of his own arms just like that.
"Why are you attacking yourself?"
Kana relaxed his grip, looked at the severed arm he held, disdainfully pursed his lips, and threw it far away.
The very elegant Prince’s Sword appeared in Kana’s hand.
He raised the sword and swung it.
Silver moonlight flashed under the bright moon.
The cultist widened his eyes, stood still in place, and his head fell from his neck.
The blood that wanted to spurt was complete ...
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