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- “That would have been better, yes. You made the right call, though. That ring was the key.”
- “So, the Cult’s really after the Black Rose?”
- “It certainly looks that way,” Epsilon replies.
- “In that case, we need to get the ring back quickly.”
- “We have to play it smart. If we corner them, they’re liable to use the key, and if the legends are true, that would mean the Oriana Kingdom will—”
- “Is the Black Rose really that dangerous?”
- “There’s an old story about how Oriana was on the verge of destruction. That is, until they used the Black Rose to kill the hundred thousand Velgaltan soldiers besieging its capital in a single night. That tale is no mere children’s story.”
- “The power that would require…”
- ***
- He retrieves a small box from his pocket. He’s been careful not to let it leave his person for even a moment because of the ring inside.
- It’s no mere wedding ring, of course. It’s the Ring of Succession.
- Confident of his victory, he smiles as he opens the box.
- “…Huh?”
- His smile vanishes in the blink of an eye.
- The box is empty.
- The ring is nowhere to be seen.
- “Wait, what? No, no, no.”
- He checks under the lid, then his pockets, then the floor. The color drains from his face.
- “It’s gone…”
- ***
- Volume 4, Chapter 2-3
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