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conversations.value:  This time, I saw her take the time to ready her swords, positioning herself to intercept him.
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conversations.value:  "Sever." A high-pitched shrill rang out as Socrat was bisected cleanly down the middle. An instant later, Dorothea landed on the ground, and the two halves of Socrat’s body crashed down behind her. I hadn’t seen her swing at all. Impossible as it seemed, Dorothea had just overwhelmed a high-ranking demon with her skill in swordplay alone.
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conversations.value:  "This is…the Sword God." Claire muttered deliriously by my side. The title wasn’t for show. Dorothea’s strength quite literally surpassed the realm of man.
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conversations.value:  "How unexpected. You’re quite powerful." Socrat, whom I’d thought dead, spoke nonchalantly. The two halves of his bisected body melted and pooled together before clumping into a mass, his carapace re-forming.
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conversations.value:  "Hmph. I suppose a Three Great Archdemon wouldn’t die from something like that." Dorothea muttered, unamused. Socrat had reconstituted, smaller than before but without any wounds.
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conversations.value:  "So you’re the Sword God. I heard you were strong, but to this degree? I should have listened to my subordinates."
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conversations.value:  "Don’t worry about that. In a moment, you’ll have no further regrets."
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conversations.value:  "Because you will have killed me?"
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conversations.value:  "Exactly." Dorothea walked calmly toward Socrat. "I’ll admit, your skill with the sword is divine. But how will you handle this?!" Socrat opened his mouth wide, and a thick beam of darkness spewed out.
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conversations.value:  "Your Highness!" Hilda screamed.
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conversations.value:  "What?!" Socrat watched in confusion as Dorothea closed the distance by lunging entirely into the dark beam. Her two swords blurred, and in the next moment, Socrat’s head fell to the ground.
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conversations.value:  "Too bad. Magic has no effect on me." Dorothea crushed Socrat’s head underfoot. The empress possessed a unique ability called Magic Nullification. This ability had allowed her to single-handedly annihilate an entire battalion of Sousse soldiers. In an era shifting toward magic-focused combat, such an ability was unequaled. But the ability was a double-edged sword. While magic attacks were meaningless against her, support magic and healing were ineffective, too. She was abnormally strong but could only ever fight alone. I found it kind of sad—strength that only made one lonelier.
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conversations.value:  "Goodness, such stupendous power." A neck grew from the stump of Socrat’s decapitated head. Look who’s talking, I couldn’t help thinking.
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conversations.value:  "Fill." The pope used her area-of-effect healing ability. The collapsed soldiers began to rise, their wounds healed.
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conversations.value:  "Freeze." I cast my own area-of-effect freezing spell, Judecca. I’d normally never cast it while an ally stood near the enemy, but I didn’t have to worry about Dorothea—she would be untouched.
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conversations.value:  "You even have tactical talent. I want you even more now."
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conversations.value:  "Just hurry up and hit him!" I shouted. I opted not to use Earth Spike, instead relying on Dorothea to deliver the finishing blow. Understanding my intention, she sliced the frozen Socrat into fine pieces. But even that wasn’t enough.
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