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As the day of the Holy King’s election drew near, Grace and Rosaline headed for the capital.
‘There’s still time.’
As they traveled toward the capital, Grace anxiously kept an eye on Duke.
‘His Excellency Duke hasn’t said when he’ll pass judgment yet.’
Duke still took off his helmet whenever he played Go with her.
As if to warn her that Ophir could awaken at any moment.
If anything, it was a relief that he didn’t seem to have set a specific time for judgment.
If Grace became the next Holy King and then exerted her influence, there would be no need for the map of the Holy Kingdom to turn red.
‘Right. There’s still time. Time...’...
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