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... ld this mean?”

It’s almost been a day since the battle with the Scorpion. However, the Archer was still ruminating on the words muttered by Magenta Helios.

This is someone he had never seen before. According to the Archer’s memory, he had never seen her. But she seemed to know him.

There was only one thing this fact was pointing to.

“When I was human, she knew me….”

During the time when the Archer was human, he had some acquaintance with her. And she used ...

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