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Chapter 15: What Kind of Blade Do You Wish to Draw?
Eve stood in disarray amid the night wind—quite literally, not as a metaphor. The window at the end of the long corridor in the main residence was open, and gusts of wind poured in, lifting the hem of her skirt. She had been standing like this for a full half hour.
This area was the core of the main residence, and ordinary servants rarely passed through.
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