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Chapter 27: Mage Killer [4]

Aldred's heart raced, realizing the severity of the situation. He hadn't expected Vanitas Astrea to appear so suddenly.

And for some reason, despite clearly overpowering him, he felt like he was slowly being led to a spiderweb.

Then, there was that one question he just couldn't fathom no matter how much he tried wrapping his mind around it.

'How is he casting magic without chanting!?'

In all his years of hunting, he had never faced a mage like this before.

But Aldred was a seasoned hunter. He calmed his racing mind as he pondered on his next move.

Swoosh—!

In a blur of motion, Aldred cut through the air. His body glowed faintly as he empowered himself with aura—a signature technique of the Crusades.

While mages wielded mana to conjure spells, Crusades channeled it directly into their bodies, enhancing their speed, strength, and endurance.

This was what set them apart.

It was more so talent, a category that differentiated them upon birth.

Vanitas barely had time to react as Aldred lunged forward, closing the distance between them in an instant.

Clang—!

The dagger met a hastily conjured barrier of wind, shattering it with ease. 

Aldred used that opportunity to kick Vanitas straight in the abdomen, causing him to skid back while clutching his stomach.

Vanitas felt all sorts of pain coursing through his body. However, he merely dismissed it as if it were something meager.

The original Vanitas Astreas' influence.

Throughout the fight, Aldred was relentless. Vanitas, meanwhile, had been fighting slowly. Methodically, even.

Vanitas fixed his gaze on Aldred for a brief moment and narrowed his eyes.

His fighting style was a mix of the Levisha Sword Art and the Elenor Sword Art.

From what he knew, the Levisha Sword Art was designed for relentless aggression.

It emphasized overwhelming the opponent with a constant barrage of strikes, leaving no room for them to counter.

But it wasn't perfect.

Levisha's biggest flaw was its dependency on momentum.

Once interrupted, the flow of its movements became erratic, and would force the practitioner to either retreat or risk overextending.

And that became evident as Vanitas focused on interrupting Aldred's momentum, completely seeing through his attacks as he countered.

Bang!

The Elenor Sword Art, in contrast, was all about adaptability and defense.

Elenor users relied on their opponent's aggression to create openings, punishing every mistake with precision.

However, just like every Sword art, this style had its own limitations.

It was reactionary by nature, and against an opponent who refused to play predictably, its efficiency waned.

The unpredictability left Aldred unable to adapt effectively

"H-haaa…."

Aldred took deep and heavy breaths, blood trickling down his arms.

Vanitas, meanwhile, felt his mana slowly declining. 

It was only thanks to the Ethereal Fragment in his pocket, that he had managed to dish out spells way beyond beginner to this extent.

Of course, Vanitas had kept watch of his reserves, while simultaneously keeping up with Aldred.

"Haaa…. H-haaa…."

Vanitas's chest rose and fell steadily, though the faint sheen of sweat on his brow betrayed the strain of prolonged combat.

Still, he had the upper hand.

Vanitas's eyes darted around, calculating the possibilities of Aldred's next move.

Aldred's moves had gotten sloppier. Vanitas had been keeping him at bay, forcing him into exhaustion.

While physically powerful, Aldred relied heavily on the dagger. Vanitas, however, knew exactly what its weakness was.

The Dagger of Resonance's essence cutting properties had a fixed time lag.

A meager second.

For a seasoned mage, it usually took a second, maybe two depending on the complexity to cast a spell. To them, there was no escaping the Dagger of Resonance.

But Vanitas had his stigmata.

Ironically, the Named Character, the Third Rate Boss, Vanitas Astrea, was the perfect counter to the Mage Killer, Aldred Haide.

Bang!

Aldred surged forward with a guttural roar. His aura flared even brighter than before.

He moved erratically, slashing at Vanitas with a reckless speed that aimed to overwhelm him.

Vanitas swiftly evaded the first strike, narrowly dodging the dagger's edge.

He countered with a quick spell, conjuring an earthen pillar that shot up beneath Aldred's feet.

Boom—!

The pillar shattered as Aldred's dagger cleaved through it.

Vanitas raised his hand, conjuring a wind barrier.

The gale surged forward, forcing Aldred back just enough for Vanitas to reposition.

Time was ticking. 

The bonus rewards for the heightened difficulty would soon diminish if he didn't finish this fast enough.

Help was coming, he knew that much.

Voosh—!

A burst of flame erupted from Vanitas's palm. The flames hurtled toward Aldred like a molten spear.

Aldred slashed forward, cutting through the heat. But the flames singed his coat, leaving behind blackened edges.

"Haah…."

He grunted, his steps faltering as the accumulated damage began to slow him.

Vanitas watched carefully, his eyes tracking every movement.

There it was.

The cracks in Aldred's form grew wider.

To Vanitas, everything had been nothing but a chess game.

A chess game Vanitas had played a hundred times before. 

He didn't approach the fight like a mage. 

He approached it like a player.

In the hundreds of runs through the Mage Killer act during his playthroughs, Vanitas had dissected every move, every tendency, and every possible weakness of Aldred Haide. 

This fight was no exception. From the first clash of spells and steel, Vanitas had been setting the stage for Aldred's defeat.

Vanitas meticulously used the terrain to his advantage, positioning himself strategically.

"Fuck…." Aldred cursed under his breath.

And Vanitas capitalized on his fatigue. 

Swoosh—!

He created overlapping layers of spells, forcing Aldred to defend against multiple threats at once. 

A windblade drove him back, only for an earth spike to rise in his path. 

Flames licked at his heels, forcing him to redirect his attention while Vanitas prepared the next attack. 

It was a relentless assault, completely capitalizing his knowledge of the game.

He wasn't just casting spells spontaneously in the heat of the moment.

He was setting traps, manipulating Aldred's movements to funnel him into disadvantageous positions.

When the moment finally came, it was almost anticlimactic.

"Checkmate."

Vanitas saw the opening and delivered the finishing blow.

Swoosh—!

A calculated attack that left Aldred incapacitated, dropping to the ground with a loud thud.

But of course, it wasn't without its difficulty, as Vanitas felt his entire body strained and wounded.

"Haaa…. H-haaa…."

And naturally….

———「Event Act: Mage Killer」———

「Rewards Obtained:」

◆ Understanding: +20%

「Bonus Rewards for Maximum Difficulty:」

◆ Understanding: +20%

◆ Dagger of Resonance

————————————

As per the game's standards, it was a high difficulty act.

But to Vanitas, it was a walk to the park.

At least, that's what he told himself.

Vanitas stepped closer, clutching onto his bleeding arm as he stared at the dagger beneath him.

He checked his stigmata status.

———「Stigmata」———

「Boundless Reservoir」

◆ Understanding: 10%

◆ Capacity: 932/9000

◆ Fosters continuous growth in mana reserves, allowing mana capacity to expand and evolve over time.

——————

The capacity had increased by 4000 more.

Vanitas nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he picked up the dagger and scanned it with his spectacles.

———「Dagger of Resonance」———

◆ Description: A dark magic-forged dagger that disrupts mana flow and essence up to a certain point.

◆ Effects:

◆ Nullifies spells by cutting through mana circuits.

◆ Boosts the wielder's speed and strength by 20%.

————————————

The reason why the dagger was part of the reward for the increased difficulty, was because there was no witness.

In other words, the dagger wouldn't be confiscated, as long as the player hid it thoroughly.

"Haaa…."

The fatigue was undeniable.

Thud!

Vanitas collapsed beside Aldred's unconscious body. His chest heaved with every strained breath.

Truth be told, he couldn't grasp the Aether essence at all. Back then, he had only lied to Charlotte about healing her to appeal to her.

For some reason, it was as if the very notion of Aether itself rejected him.

"Hoo…."

He turned his gaze upward, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over his bloodied figure.

The battle lasted a mere five minutes.

Yet to Vanitas, it felt like an eternity.

"Ah."

All of a sudden, a sharp, searing pain shot through his chest.

His hand instinctively clutched at his ribs as the familiar ache spread like fire.

The cancer.

It always came creeping back when his mana reserves dipped too low.

He gritted his teeth as the pain radiated upward, tightening around his lungs.

"...."

A faint, metallic taste filled his mouth.

He coughed once.

Then again, harder this time.

The taste intensified as crimson streaked his lips.

Blood.

His breathing grew shallow, rasping like sandpaper against his throat.

The world around him seemed to blur as the edges of his vision darkened.

Instinctively, Vanitas clutched the Ethereal Fragment in his pocket, feeling the mana pulse within his body.

"Hooo….."

The crushing weight in his chest eased, if only slightly.

The symptoms, though still present, began to alleviate somewhat.

Tak. Tak—!

Footsteps echoed somewhere.

"....Vanitas?"

Followed by a soft voice, causing him to twist his head to the side.

"Ah."

Of course, Karina wouldn't just blindly follow his instructions in a life or death situation.

She wouldn't have left him behind without calling for help. 

Vanitas had already expected this, knowing the event–act difficulty increase had a deadline.

Several people adorned in light armor approached, their capes fluttering by the breeze.

"The Crusade Order," he muttered under his breath.

At that moment, a woman stepped forward. Her beauty was cold, yet mesmerizing, like frost glistening under a winter dawn.

With hair as pristine as snow, and lavender eyes that could only be described as ethereal.

He recognized her.

'Crazy coincidence…..'

Margaret Illenia.

"Do you know him, Grand Knight?" a subordinate knight asked.

"I do," the Grand Knight, Margaret Illenia, responded.

Vanitas forced his weary body to stand upright. "Nice to see you again, Margaret."

His gaze flicked briefly to Aldred, lying unconscious on the ground, before returning to her. 

"Though, if I'm being honest—you're late."

Margaret shook her head, stepping forward with her usual blank expression that cemented her personality in the game.

"...."

Margaret remained silent and stopped just in front of him, her lavender eyes scanning the scene.

She gestured toward Aldred, and asked, "Is this your doing?"

"Who else?"

A faint hum escaped her lips, yet her expression remained unchanged as she glanced back at her Crusades. 

"Secure him. I'll handle the rest."

The Crusades nodded in unison, moving swiftly to bind Aldred with reinforced mana chains.

Margaret's attention returned to Vanitas.

"I didn't expect you to handle someone like Aldred on your own."

"It wasn't a choice," Vanitas replied flatly. "He targeted my assistant."

Margaret's eyes widened before her gaze shifted to Karina, who was standing outside the corridor, visibly uneasy.

"This little girl?"

"Yes."

For a moment, Margaret's mouth hung slightly open before she composed herself once more.

"You…. protected her?"

"Is that so wrong?"

"....No," Margaret muttered, quickly composing herself. "Just that, you've…. changed."

"Mhm. I'll be going now." Vanitas brushed past her without a second glance.

"Wait."

Her voice cut through, stopping him in his tracks.

He turned slightly, his expression neutral.

"He was described to have a dagger," Margaret said. "Where is it?"

"It broke during the fight."

Margaret raised a skeptical brow. "Is that so?"

"It was brittle. Not surprising, considering how reckless he was with it."

She studied him for a moment longer, as if searching for a crack in his story. 

When she found none, she finally exhaled, though her expression remained guarded.

"If you come across anything else, please, please, inform the Crusade Order."

There was an emphasis on her pleading, as if she didn't fully trust him at all.

"Of course."

"Okay."

With that, she stepped away. Her Crusade subordinates followed closely behind her, carrying Aldred's unconscious form.

Vanitas stood still, watching them disappear into the distance before releasing a quiet breath.

He didn't want to prolong the conversation with Margaret Illenia.

He had done his research on her after his encounter with Nicolas.

In simpler terms, she could be described as Vanitas's ex.

Though, that relationship was questionable. It seemed one–sided, leaning more to Margaret's side.

But in any case, correlating to Aldred, his capture instead of death by his hands was the best outcome.

He turned to Karina, who had been standing nearby, watching the exchange in silence.

"Go home," Vanitas said.

Karina scanned his bloodied figure, concern evident in her expressions. 

She hesitated, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides before finally stepping forward.

Vanitas, noticing her movement, tilted his head slightly. "What are you—"

Without waiting for him to finish, she knelt down, extending her hands toward him. 

A faint blue glow began to emanate from her palms.

"Stay still," she said softly.

"Huh—"

Karina didn't respond. Instead, she took a deep breath. With a steady voice, she began to chant.

"O life that flows eternal, mending the weary and broken, hear my call. Stitch the wounds, ease the pain, and let vitality be restored—"

The blue light around her hands intensified as soft tendrils of energy swirled toward his injuries.

Vanitas watched. 

He hadn't expected her to use healing magic, much less a spell that seemed this refined.

The warmth of the magic seeped into his skin, dulling the ache in his muscles and sealing the smaller cuts. 

The deeper wounds began to knit together slowly, though the process left Karina visibly strained.

"You're overexerting yourself."

"I'm fine," she replied, though her voice was slightly breathless. "Just let me finish."

She continued her chant despite her strain. 

As the final words left her lips, the glow faded, and Karina slumped back slightly, taking heavy breaths.

Vanitas stared at his assistant. Aether magic required a substantial amount of mana. Her exhaustion was expected.

'This kid….'

Without a word, Vanitas stepped forward and offered his hand.

"Come on," he said.

Karina hesitated for a moment before accepting it. His grip was steady, pulling her to her feet effortlessly.

"Thank you."


Chapter 28: Opposition [1]

Among the layers of cold calculations that defined Vanitas Astrea's past, there were cracks.

Cracks that hinted at something more.

Vanitas stared at the documents he managed to get his hands on.

They detailed his old University examination—the one where he'd sacrificed his teammates, including Margaret Illenia and Nicolas Machiavelli. 

The plan had been ruthless but effective, allowing him to secure first place in the rankings while the others failed.

Vanitas tapped the bottom of the document, where the examiner's remarks were scrawled in red ink.

Tap. Tap.

"A cold decision, but an interesting one. Grade: A."

He scoffed. 

"Interesting, my ass."

After the encounter with Margaret, Vanitas had an urge to re–check the document once more.

Judging by her reaction during their recent encounter, the wound still hadn't healed.

Vanitas sighed and leaned back in his chair, his thoughts drifting. 

"Margaret Illenia, huh?"

Their recent encounter had lingered in his mind. Not because of her sharp words, but because of a narrative in the game.

His exile.

After the player apprehended him, he was sent to the Crusade Order for further investigations.

Needless to be said, it was Margaret's order responsible for the investigation.

In the end, he was sentenced to exile.

"...."

Vanitas thought back to the earlier encounter. 

Her sharp tone, the flicker of hurt when he mentioned saving his assistant, the tension in her posture.

It was as if Margaret felt betrayed.

"Doesn't matter, though."

Because he wasn't Vanitas Astrea.

"To be honest, I'm just filling the blanks on my own…."

Vanitas stood, walking towards the window.

No matter how much he investigated, he couldn't find anything more regarding his past relationship with Margaret.

She wasn't mentioned in the diary anywhere, giving him the implication that the previous Vanitas didn't care about her at all.

He had asked Charlotte, but even she didn't know anything about it.

All she told him was that Margaret and some of his past acquaintances used to visit the estate.

"Haaa….."

The faint light of dawn spilled across the estate grounds, painting everything in a soft radiant glow.

He slipped his hands into his pockets as his sharp gaze scanned the horizon, clearing his thoughts off Margaret for the matter.

Taking in the sight, his thoughts shifted to the Mage Killer, Aldred.

"With this, I've definitely cemented how this route will play out."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

His fingers tapped rhythmically against the frame in a calculated tempo that matched his thoughts.

Vanitas began recalling the events from the game after Aldred's capture.

"He's not going to speak about my stigmata."

His lips curved into a faint smirk, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"Because he won't have the opportunity to."

Vanitas turned, walked to his desk and flipped through the documents. 

"They'll try to interrogate him," he said. "But Aldred wouldn't wake up."

The documents didn't relate to anything at all. Just his lecture for today.

Vanitas's amethyst eyes gleamed coldly as he skimmed through it.

"Realizing it would take a while, they'll leave him to his own devices and return after a few hours, maybe tomorrow."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his watch with a snap.

Tick— Tock.

The tick of the second hand filled the room.

"Seven A.M."

His tone dropped, like the closing of a heavy book.

"The Crusade Order starts their shift at four."

He placed the watch back into his pocket.

"So, tomorrow is today."

The faintest flicker of a smile crossed his lips, then vanished.

"They'll return to his cell, only to find him dead. But the truth is, he was silenced."

Vanitas's voice grew softer, yet colder, his gaze distant as he pieced together the puzzle.

"That moment will trigger something bigger. Something lurking beneath the surface."

He turned back to the window, his silhouette sharp against the light.

"The Crusade will scramble."

The glow in his amethyst eyes deepened, reflecting something unreadable.

"This event will force them to acknowledge the danger lurking not outside their walls, but within."

After all, it was a narrative, branched from the Mage Killer event–act.

Then, Vanitas exhaled slowly, as if setting the pieces into motion.

"Since I was the one who apprehended him…."

The smirk returned.

"They're probably on their way here as we spea—"

To– Tok.

The sharp knock echoed through the room.

"Oh? Looks like they're already here." Vanitas shifted his gaze toward the door.

—My Lord, the Crusade Order is outside the gate. They're requesting your presence.

Evan's voice resounded from behind the door and Vanitas stood up.

His posture remained calm, but the air shifted.

He adjusted his cuffs and walked toward the door.

***

Margaret's gaze lingered outside the car's window, her fingers tapping against the door's edge.

Her mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened.

Aldred was dead.

Inside the Crusade Order's own department, no less.

Her grip tightened.

"Why?"

Her usually composed demeanor cracked as frustration seeped through.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Not under their watch.

"We're here, Lady Margaret," her subordinate, Clevius, said. "But I don't see the need for you to personally see him. A messenger would have sufficed."

"It's fine, Clevius." Margaret's hand settled on the handle. "It's much safer this way."

"...."

Clevius remained silent and Margaret stepped outside the car.

Tak. Tak.

Her boots clicked against the pavement, taking in the familiar sight of the Astrea estate.

She had been here before along with her group of friends in the past.

Memories buried deep in her heart.

Truth be told, she didn't want to be here. And neither did she want to see his face.

But she had no choice. Aldred Haide was killed, and she felt like Vanitas might know something.

After informing the Astrea attendants of her purpose, moments later, Vanitas emerged.

He stood on the other side of the iron gate, impeccably poised as always.

His cold gaze met hers, but Margaret's expressions remained unchanged.

"Margaret," he said. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"We need to talk."

Margaret stared intently, hoping Vanitas would catch the seriousness in her tone, without her needing to elaborate.

After all, the case was still private, and his attendant was standing right beside him.

"Very well," he replied. "Come in."

The gates creaked open, and Margaret stepped inside.

Vanitas led her toward the study room. Not a word was exchanged until they reached their destination.

He gestured for her to sit, but she remained standing.

"I'll be brief," Margaret began. "Aldred Haide was killed inside our custody. You were the one who defeated him. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?"

"Hmm." Vanitas pondered, rubbing his chin.

Margaret waited, watching as if he were piecing something together.

Finally, he spoke. "No."

"Do you have any idea who it could be?" Margaret genuinely asked.

Another pause. 

"No."

"...."

"But you do," Vanitas said smoothly. "Don't you, Margaret?"

Her breath hitched. "What?"

"You heard me." His amethyst gaze bore into her. "You already have an idea, don't you?"

Margaret froze. He was right. She already had her own suspicions, but pushed those thoughts aside, hoping for something else.

She averted her gaze. 

"That's absurd."

"Is it?"

Margaret took a step closer, her voice growing softer despite the tonality of her words.

 "If you know something, then just say it."

"Who else could it be but the Crusade Order?"

"...."

She paused. The thought had crossed her mind more than once.

But voicing it—admitting it—was something she hadn't been prepared for.

"...."

Margaret's silence spoke louder than words. Her jaw tightened, but she couldn't deny what she already knew.

"I'm leaving."

Margaret's voice was curt as she headed for the door.

She wanted to ask something completely unrelated after informing him of Aldred's death.

But she couldn't find the courage to. Especially when his motives became clear, knowing his personality.

Just like in the past.

Margaret thought that his suspicion alone aimed to tear apart her Crusade Order.

She didn't want to believe there was a traitor in the Crusade Order—the people she had fought alongside, trusted, and endured countless hardships with for five years.

But Vanitas's words clung to her, forcing her to confront thoughts she had buried deep.

She didn't want to suspect her own people.

It would tear apart the family she had worked so hard to build.

"...."

The Crusade Order wasn't a singular entity. It was a collective of independent groups united under one banner.

The Crusade of the Round Tables.

To Margaret, her own Order wasn't just a part of the collective. 

It was hers. A family she had founded, nurtured, and cultivated into something she could be proud of.

"Take my advice, Margaret. Weed them out before you'll regret it," Vanitas's voice echoed behind her.

But then, a thought arose, causing Margaret to freeze just as she reached for the doorknob.

She hadn't seen Vanitas in over six years.

Ever since that night.

She didn't need an apology or an explanation.

All she needed was for him to show up.

Just once.

His apology alone sufficed, and she would forgive him then without ever questioning his actions.

But he didn't.

And when the events that followed escalated, Margaret didn't have it in her to face him again.

Not until she finally reunited with him last night.

"Hey," she said, turning back to face him.

Vanitas met her gaze. "Hm?"

His nonchalance only irritated her further.

"Do you regret it?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "Regret what?"

"...."

Margaret bit her lip.

"....Never mind," she muttered, turning away before he could press further.

Her grip tightened on the doorknob, and without another word, she left the room.

Vanitas stood in silence as he stared at the space where Maragaret once stood.

"Regret?" he muttered under his breath.

He wasn't sure exactly what happened in the past between Vanitas and Margaret.

But from the subtle hints she gave off, he had come to a conclusion.

"She's still hung up, isn't she?"

***

Charlotte sat in the front seat of the lecture hall, jotting down notes intently.

The topic was complex but engaging.

Spirit Magic, with an emphasis on Aether-focused essences.

The Professor, a tall woman, gestured toward the written diagram on the chalkboard.

"What factors determine the strength and stability of an Aether–spirit contract?"

Charlotte's hand shot up.

"Yes, Charlotte?" the Professor called.

"The spirit's resonance with the summoner's mana flow, the clarity of the summoner's intent, and the balance of their Aether circuits. I believe these three are the main crucial factors."

The Professor nodded. "Correct. Now, which of these do you believe is the most difficult to maintain?"

Charlotte hesitated briefly, then answered, "The balance of Aether circuits."

"And why is that?"

"Because even minor fluctuations can disrupt the resonance. It could lead to instability, or worse, the contract's rejection."

The Professor's lips curled into a smile. "You may take your seat."

Charlotte sat back down, her pen already moving to add the discussion to her notes.

The Professor turned back to the board, tapping the diagram with her chalk.

"This is particularly important when contracting with higher-tier spirits. Their mana density requires near-perfect alignment. Even a skilled summoner can fail if they neglect their circuit stability."

As the lecture continued, Charlotte listened intently at the Professor's seamless explanations.

She ignored the occasional glances cast her way by her peers.

It had been like this for the past three weeks.

Despite her efforts, the distance between her and her classmates felt insurmountable.

Her last name didn't help.

Astrea.

Making friends was harder than she anticipated.

In fact, she had only made one so far.

A cheerful girl with violet hair and violet eyes.

Cassandra Myne.

Her roommate, no less.

When her final lecture ended, Charlotte made her way to the city's library store to check out a newly issued book.

"There it is."

She reached for the spine of the book.

[Innovations in Magic Circuitry: 2022 Issue.]

[70,000 Rend]

Her breath hitched slightly. It was quite expensive.

Thankfully, Vanitas had given her a generous allowance during her first month at the University.

Charlotte smiled softly as she hugged the book close to her chest like it was a cherished teddy bear.

Making her way to the counter, she placed it down gently.

The clerk, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, glanced at the book.

"This one's been popular among University students," the woman said.

Charlotte nodded with a smile as she reached into her bag for her pouch of Rends.

The transaction went smoothly, and the clerk handed her the book wrapped in protective paper.

"Enjoy."

"Thank you."

After her purchase, Charlotte returned to the University dormitories. 

"...."

Her steps faltered as her gaze fell on her door.

The door was plastered with graffiti. Vile words were scrawled all over it.

[Bitch.] 

[Nepotism princess.]

[The rotten apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree!]

So on and so forth.

The petty harassment had been escalating. She had hoped ignoring it would make it stop.

"Gosh! Don't they ever get tired?"


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