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"What? You lost the Dark Holy Sword?" A cold voice, filled with anger, erupted from the figure wrapped in a black robe as the Dark Council Chairman abruptly stood up from his seat.
Fuer, fiddling with the cloth on her chest, looked pitiful, much like a guilty child. "Dad, I wanted to go to the Holy Alliance branch to take a look and gather some information. But, who knew that they suddenly had several Supernatural beings at the Manipulator level there, each stronger than the other, and they all had Holy Beasts. So, I slipped up."
The Dark Council Chairman sternly gazed at his daughter, "When I initially lent you the Dark Holy Sword, I said, 'If the sword remains, the person remains; if the sword perishes, the person perishes.' You, as my daughter, should be fully aware of the situation within the Dark Council. For us, the Dark Holy Sword is not only a powerful Dark Artifact, but it also represents the Dark Council. You lost the sword, why did you even bother to return?"