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- He had cast aside his hesitation. All that remained was earnest devotion.
- Sebas’s tightly balled fist flew at Tsuare’s head at a speed that ensured a mercifully instant death.
- And then——
- something hard stopped it.
- “What are you—? What do you mean by interfering?”
- “...NGH.”
- “...”
- Sebas’s punch, about to obliterate Tsuare’s head, had been blocked.
- Cocytus had reached out from behind Tsuare, whose eyes were still squeezed shut, to stop the fist.
- ***
- Volume 6, Chapter 6.1
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