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... Arnold.

And the first was when his sword pierced her heart.

Even as the dance began, Rishe was shifting her feet in a stupor, ruminating on her memories.

In that castle, many knights were slaughtered by then Emperor Arnold Heine. Rishe was also standing amidst that pool of blood, clutching the hilt of the sword that was slick with her own blood, and with shoulders heaving with her breathing.

Protecting the rear of the room from which the royal family escaped.

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