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After the battle with the archer, Anselm approached the white-haired girl again. - Hey, write down this shaggy one in your notebook too...
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In response to Anselm's attention, the girl visibly perked up, thought deeply about something, tried to say something several times, but faltered mid-sentence until, finally, she gathered her courage – "A... a-are you saying you want me to... fight too?" However, what she said turned out to be completely different from what she had been thinking just a moment before.
- No. It's better to kill them all at night. - I don't think you like all these battles. And since you don't want to, neither do I," Anselm replied calmly. "Besides, I haven't seen you with a weapon, only with a violin. You've probably never held a sword in your hand, have you? Do you want to try mine?
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