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The Bad Naive Boy

"Are you okay?" asked a man who was the leader of this group, his eyes sharp like a predator.

Lance was at a loss for words, struck by the charisma of the leader standing before him. Bearing the burden just to protect him.

The forces present were desperately facing off against Moringa's forces. It seemed that both sides were risking everything.

"What's happening here? Why do I feel like a fool who has become a burden to them? Am I still not strong enough to earn the title of a knight?" Lance glanced at his injured left hand.

Realizing that the tremor was still there, Lance wanted to break free from all the fear that now dwelled inside his body.

One of the soldiers approached Lance. "Mr. Lance, we need to get out of here hurry up! The battle is becoming uncontrollable..."

"Where should I go?" he mumbled, which confused that soldier.

In another position, the leader of the elite force continued to face a relentless barrage of attacks. Since their arrival, the enemy seemed more aggressive
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