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... As Virgo and the Duke fled the dungeon at an extraordinary speed, they managed to escape again in no time.

Duke Alfred quickly jumped and emerged from the lake. As the door completely vanished, Virgo soon found himself back under the sun, taking a deep breath and releasing the tension that had been on him.

Virgo sighed, and his eyes turned to the Holy Grail in the Duke’s hand. The Holy Grail, unlike the one in the legends, was not designed with gold and silver.

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