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At the northern edge of the cliff, Falcoa stared at the sea, puffing on a cigarette.

Behind him stood a subordinate with a bandaged head, wearing a grim expression.

Falcoa: “Annihilated, huh?”

The subordinate flinched and bowed his head.

Subordinate: “I’m sorry, boss. We fought without regard for our lives, but they used some strange magic…”

Even if they could have escaped using magic circles, annihilation wasn’t an excuse.

Falcoa raised his head.

“….”

If they had passed through the valley, the only ones left were Freeman and his damn subordinates.

Though he acknowledged their skills, Freeman’s tendency to avoid dirty fights often clashed with his own men.

’Heh, the dirty work always falls to me.’

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