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"Your country may believe it has the backing of the Three Archdukes’ Party, but that foundation is as fragile as a sandcastle. Is it truly wise to rely on such a thing? It’s not too late to reconsider where you want to stand in this war."

Maxwell spoke smugly, adjusting the monocle that was his enchanted weapon.

"How coincidental, I had a similar thought," Inglis replied.

"Fufu… a wise one," Maxwell chuckled.

"Wait, Glis! I don’t agree with ...

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