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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 34: Tea Party

Chapter 34: Tea Party

Perda​‌‍ is a noble.⁠⁠‍

He​⁠​ was born into‌​​ the Rosnova knight⁠ family.

His​‍⁠ title was that‌ of viscount, and‌​ he was a vassal of Duke‌⁠​ Houston.

As‍ he belonged to‍‌⁠ an honorable knight‌ family, Perda received‍⁠ strict education in‍⁠ basic manners.

Although​​ he was expelled⁠ from his family‌‍ under the name‌‌‍ of the fiancée‍⁠ of Duchess Valdrova,⁠​ he managed to‍ reach the status​⁠ of a great⁠‍ noble by becoming‍ an archmage.

Even​⁠ so, Perda was‍ far from being‍⁠‌ a sociable person.‌​

In⁠‍ the Rosnova family,‌‌​ he had no⁠ opportunities for being​⁠‍ an illegitimate child,⁠‌‍ and when he‌​‍ was an archmage,‌ he rejected relationships‍‍ with others.

‘He⁠​ never touched anything‌‌​ that others prepared.’‌

After‍⁠ having been on‍‌‍ the verge of‌⁠ being poisoned several‌ times, he stopped​‌ eating anything prepared‌‌ by others.

Even‍‍ when his body‌ could no longer​ die from poison,‌‌‌ he remained the⁠​​ same.

Instead‍​‌ of strengthening human‌ relationships, his strategy⁠‌‍ was to use‍ them through hatred​⁠ and then discard‍‍⁠ them.

That⁠⁠ is why this​​ was the first​⁠​ tea party in⁠‌‌ all of Perda’s‌⁠‍ life.

One‍⁠ hour before the​ tea party.

“This⁠ is the leisure​ hall where, after​ the marriage, Perda‌⁠ and my lady‌‌‍ will be able‌⁠‌ to enjoy various⁠‍⁠ activities. The tea‍‌‍ party will be‍‍‌ held here.”

Ruri‌‌​ first led Perda​⁠ to the agreed‌​ place and explained​​ everything step by​‌​ step.

As⁠⁠ it was Perda’s​‍‍ responsibility to escort,​​‌ she familiarized him‌‍⁠ with the environment‌‌​ beforehand.

Perda⁠ directed his gaze‍ toward the terrace.‍⁠

“You‍ can see the​‌ west from here.”‍⁠

“It​​ is designed so‍⁠​ that you can⁠ focus only on‌ leisure.”

Definitely,‌ the feeling was⁠‌​ different.

The​‍‌ demonic lands, with‍ their gloomy tone‌ even under the‌‍​ sun, made one​‍⁠ sink into deep⁠ thoughts, but this​​⁠ place only conveyed‍‍‍ tranquility.

It‌​ was perfect to⁠‌​ relax while watching‍‌ the sunset.

“And‍​‍ the tea party‌‌‌ will take place‌‍‌ here.”

Two‍‍‍ chairs and a table placed to‍ enjoy the view​⁠ of the terrace.​

On​‌ top there were‌⁠ two cups of‍⁠ tea, a tray‌ with preservation magic,⁠‍‌ and a variety‌⁠ of decorated desserts.‌​

Everything​​ was showy and⁠‌⁠ unfamiliar to him.‍⁠

“What‌‍⁠ are these sweets?”‌‌

“Macarons,⁠⁠‍ montblanc, pastries have‌‍ various names. From​‌ among about 150‌ varieties of desserts‍‍⁠ that selected pastry​⁠ chefs from the‍ imperial family can‍ make, I chose‍ 20.”

“I⁠⁠​ see.”

Perda​ was about to‍‌ let it pass,‌ thinking it had​‌ been a great‌‍ effort, but suddenly‍⁠ reflected on her⁠‍‍ words.

That‌‌‍ she had selected‌‌ them personally meant.⁠​

“Does⁠ that mean you‌‍‌ tasted them yourself?”⁠

“Isn’t⁠‍ it obvious?”

“All‌‌⁠ 150?”

When⁠ he emphasized it,​‍‌ Ruri frowned.

“I​‌ understand what you⁠‌‍ are thinking. Do‍​ you think I ate them on​‌‍ a whim?”

“Isn’t​‍ that normal?”

Perda‌​ answered honestly.

After‌ having seen her⁠ eat honey enthusiastically​​ in Escolea, he‌⁠​ could not deny​⁠ it.

Ruri‌​⁠ frowned.

“You⁠‌ are being disrespectful.‌‌​ I prepared this⁠​ tea party very⁠⁠‍ carefully. I tasted‌⁠ everything once more‍ to make sure⁠⁠ I had not​‍ overlooked anything and‌ selected the best.⁠​ Not everyone can​​ endure that effort,⁠‍ and yet you‍ do not understand?”‍‌‍

It⁠‌‍ only sounded like​⁠ she had eaten‌ 300 desserts.

Her‌⁠ expression was so‌​‍ impassive that anyone​⁠‌ would have fallen⁠ for it.

Even⁠‌‌ Perda, as distrustful⁠‍​ as he was,‌‍​ would have believed‍‌​ that expressionless face.⁠⁠‌

If​ she had not⁠​‌ made a decisive⁠⁠ mistake.

“You⁠⁠ have sugar on‍​ your lips.”

At‌⁠⁠ those words, Ruri⁠ ran her finger‍⁠ over her lips.‍​

White‌​‍ powder came off‍ her mouth.

She‍ looked at it‌​ for a moment‍​ and naturally brought​‍ it to her‌​‌ mouth.

“I​ only needed to​​ check if there​⁠‍ was poison. My⁠⁠‍ lady would not‍⁠ fall to mediocre⁠⁠‌ poisons, but Perda‌⁠⁠ is human.”

“I⁠‌ see.”

“You⁠‍⁠ do not believe⁠‍ me. Are you‌​ treating me like‍‌ a pig?”

“How‍​ could you be​​ a pig? Your​ loyalty is like​‌‌ that of a dog, if anything.”⁠‍

Perda‍‍ nodded slightly.

“You‌⁠ would be a pig-dog.”

“Please,​⁠ let me hit​​ you at least⁠‌⁠ once. I beg⁠‌​ you.”

Ruri​‌⁠ showed an irritated‍ face.

Perda‌​‌ did not like​‌‌ pain, so he​‌​ had no intention⁠‌‌ of accepting.

At‍​ that moment, Ruri​‌‍ glanced at the⁠​ sun and took​ a step back.‍​

The‌ time was approaching.⁠​

“I​​ will go bring​‍ my lady. In⁠ the meantime…”

Ruri‍⁠ gave him a threatening look.

“Do⁠ not touch the‍ tray.”

“Do​⁠ not worry.”

Because‍​ I am not‌ you.

Ruri​‍​ left the hall⁠ to bring Valdrova.​‌⁠

Perda‌ remained waiting calmly.​

‘This‍‌ will be the⁠‍⁠ second time I see her.’

In‌‌ his memories, he‌⁠​ had only clearly‌‌‌ seen her face⁠⁠ once.

At​‌‌ the engagement, he⁠⁠⁠ barely saw her‌⁠ chin, and when⁠‍ she lost control​ of her ferocity,‍‍‌ he was too⁠‍‌ busy to pay‌ attention.

This‍ would be their‍⁠ first real conversation.​​‌

‘The‌ first time…’

A feeling of uncertainty‌‍ came over him.⁠

‘Where‍⁠⁠ should I start…?’​‍‌

He‌ touched his lips.​⁠​

If⁠‍⁠ it were a normal meeting, it⁠‍‌ would be enough‌‌ to go with‍⁠⁠ the flow.

But⁠​ this meeting was‌ due to Valdrova’s‌ anxiety.

And‌⁠ Perda did not‌ have an answer‌‌⁠ for that.

That⁠ is why he‍‌‌ had consulted an‌ expert on the‌​​ matter, Zed Swallow.‍

— That? Just pretend⁠​⁠ you don’t know⁠‌ anything.

Zed​⁠⁠ Swallow.

A man who, acting‍⁠⁠ as a womanizer,​ had conquered many​‌ women.

— There is no‍​‌ need to explain​​‌ it. It is‌‍‌ enough to show‍⁠⁠ it with actions.​⁠⁠ There is no‍ need to ruin⁠‍ the atmosphere with‍‌⁠ heavy topics. Play‌‌ dumb and lighten‌ the mood.

Perda‌‌⁠ considered that it⁠‌‍ made sense.

Perhaps​​ he should apologize,​​ but it was‌‌ not appropriate on‍⁠ an occasion like‍‌ this.

‘Maybe⁠‌ the best thing⁠ is to act‌ as if nothing​ happened.’

Not‍ bringing the problem⁠​‌ to the surface⁠‍‍ was also an‌‌ option.

The‍ important thing was‍​‍ that Duchess Valdrova‍ would not feel‌ insecure.

Perda​‍ prepared himself mentally⁠‍‍ and waited.

— My lady is⁠‌ entering.

Ruri’s‍‌‌ voice was heard⁠‍ from outside.

The‌ door opened.

Perda⁠​‌ prepared to greet.‍​‍

“Welcome—.”‍‌⁠

He‌ was left speechless.‌

Not‌​​ even someone like​⁠‍ Perda could avoid​ being unsettled.

Red‍ hair and golden⁠ eyes.

A face so beautiful​‍ that not even⁠ a painting could‍​ capture it without‍‌ offending it.

It⁠ was not there.‌‌‌

‘A⁠ dragon knight?’

The​‍ one who entered‌​ was a dragon‍‍‌ knight.

A helmet and armor​⁠​ designed to awaken‍‌​ instinctive human fear.⁠​⁠

Although​‍ in Perda that‍⁠‌ fear was replaced‌ by confusion.

At‍ the same time,‌‍‍ he felt it​‌ was familiar.

‘Now‌ that I think⁠‌​ about it, it⁠ was at the‌​⁠ engagement.’

It​⁠‍ was the armor⁠⁠‌ he saw when⁠‍ he left after‍ spilling the engagement‍ drink.

That​​⁠ meant the one‍​⁠ inside was Valdrova.‍‌

Why‌ was she wearing⁠​ that armor?

Perda⁠‌‍ looked at Ruri⁠‌‌ behind her.

Their‌​ gazes met.

Ruri‍ shook her head.‍‌‌

A clear gesture of⁠ “do not ask.”‍​

Perda​‍‌ organized his thoughts‌​ and spoke politely.‌⁠‌

“It​‌‍ is a pleasure‍ to meet you,‍‍ my queen.”

Then,⁠‌ her hands came​ together delicately, and‍⁠‌ the dragon-shaped helmet​‍‌ nodded slightly.

Her⁠‍​ movements resembled those⁠ of a clumsy​‍‍ noble debutante.

Clang,​ clang.

She⁠ walked stiffly across‍ the carpet and‌​‍ sat in front‌‌ of Perda.

Creeeak—‍​⁠

The‍⁠‍ chair creaked.

Despite‌ the weight of​​ the armor, it‍​⁠ did not break.⁠‌

‘As⁠‍ if nothing…’

Perda​⁠ recalled Zed’s advice​‌‍ and spoke.

“I⁠​ am very glad​‍ that you proposed‍ this meeting.”

A nod.

Only⁠​​ that as a response.

An⁠‍ awkward silence took‌​ over the place.‍

Everything‍​ seemed to have⁠⁠ stopped.

Cold‍​ sweat, heavy breathing.⁠

Perda⁠‌​ spoke again.

“It‌‌ is armor worthy⁠ of the power​‌ of a dragon.”⁠

A nod.

She‍⁠‍ responded again only⁠ with a slight​‍​ movement of her‌ head.

“How‌‍‌ have you been⁠⁠‍ all this time?”⁠​

“……”⁠‌⁠

He‌ brought up a topic that could‌⁠‌ not be avoided​ if he wanted‍​⁠ to converse.

Valdrova‍‌ made a circle⁠⁠ with her thumb‍‍ and index finger.‌⁠‌

“Then‌⁠‍ you have been‌‍​ well. I am‍⁠​ glad.”

A nod.

Perda​‌ felt like he​⁠‍ was going to‍‌ die.

He‌ wanted to sigh‍ to release the‍ tension, but he‌⁠‍ did not even‌ dare.

His‌‌ chest burned with‌​ nerves, but it​ felt like a sealed pot, suffocating.‍

Meanwhile,‌‍ Ruri poured tea‌⁠ into the cups,​⁠‌ perfectly fulfilling her‍​​ role as background.‌‌​

At‌ least he had‌‌‍ to moisten his​​‌ dry throat.

Perda​‌‌ took the cup.‌⁠

‘Now‍ that I think‍⁠ about it, does‍‍ that helmet have⁠ an opening for‌⁠ drinking?’

He‍ glanced sideways to‍ see how she⁠​‍ would do it.‌

Valdrova‍​ remained seated in​⁠ silence, her gaze⁠⁠ lowered.

“Can⁠​⁠ you eat or‌​​ drink with that‍​‍ armor on?”

“……”⁠

She‍ touched her helmet,‌‌ brushing it, and⁠‍​ tapped near the‍ lips.

Then​⁠ she raised her‌‌ head, as if​ she had just‍⁠ realized something.

It​‍⁠ seemed she had‌​‍ not even thought⁠‍​ about it.

“Wouldn’t‌​​ it be better​⁠ if you took‍ it off?”

No,‌‍ no!

She‍​ shook her head⁠‍ strongly.

Her​‌ determination not to‍ show her face‍‍ under any circumstances‌ could be felt.‍​

Even⁠‍ Perda, who was‍‌ trying to act‍‌ normal, began to‍‍ feel overwhelmed by​‍ that uncomfortable atmosphere.‍​

‘She‍ proposed the tea​‌ party and doesn’t​⁠ eat or drink…’‌

If‌‍⁠ at least they‌​ talked, it would⁠⁠ be less awkward,⁠⁠ but not even⁠‌ that.

‘She‍​ is definitely upset.’⁠​‌

Valdrova⁠ had made Perda‍ think that he‌⁠‌ was tiring her.‍‌‍

And‍⁠ even so, he‌ was joking as⁠ if nothing had⁠‌ happened.

It‌​ was truly pathetic.⁠⁠

So⁠​ he decided to‌​ apologize.

“I​ am sorry.”

Clang!​⁠​

Valdrova’s⁠ armor trembled.

“I‍ dared to cause​ concern to Your​‍⁠ Grace, and even⁠⁠ so I have​ been joking like‌‌‌ this. It was‍ a miserable thought.⁠​ I should have‌​ apologized first…”

— …

“You⁠​ may criticize me‍​⁠ if you wish.​​ I was the‌ one at fault,‍ so whatever you‌​⁠ say—”

“N-no,​⁠ that’s not it!”⁠

Perda‌⁠ was startled.

The‌‌⁠ voice echoed inside‌⁠ the helmet.

The⁠⁠‍ contrast in tone⁠​​ was already noticeable,‍‌ but what truly⁠ surprised him was​​ something else.

The⁠‍ voice itself.

From‌ inside the helmet​ came a deep⁠⁠⁠ voice, like that⁠​⁠ of a warrior.‌

“It’s‌ just…”

Valdrova⁠ also seemed surprised‍‍​ by her own​ voice and covered‍ the mouth part‌‍⁠ of the helmet.‍

“It’s⁠ just… I… don’t⁠‌ speak… it’s not⁠⁠ because I’m angry,‌ nor because Perda‌​​ did something wrong.”​‌‌

The⁠‌ head of the‌⁠‍ terrifying dragon knight‌​‌ fidgeted shyly with​​⁠ her fingers.

“I-it’s‍ just that I can’t talk with‌ Perda… that’s why​ I… couldn’t respond…”⁠

“Ah.”‌‌

Then⁠‌‌ Perda remembered something.⁠

What‍ Ruri had told‌‍ him at the⁠ engagement.

‘Social⁠ phobia.’

People‍‌⁠ were difficult for​⁠‍ her.

Of⁠‌ course.

He​​​ knew that, and⁠ even so had​⁠‍ thought she was‍ upset.

He‌‌ had been so‍​‌ focused on himself​​‍ that he had‌​⁠ forgotten that about‌ her.

“I​‌‍ am sorry. I was careless. Forgive‌‍ me.”

“No…‍ I am the‍ one who is‍‍ sorry… I called​⁠⁠ you and then‍ stayed silent…”

“No,‍ it was me…”​⁠

They​​⁠ apologized to each⁠⁠‍ other until the​ conversation abruptly stopped.‌‌​

In⁠ that heavy atmosphere,‍ Perda did not‍‍‌ dare to speak.‍

He​‌ even thought about‌ looking for some⁠‍ spell to break‌​ the silence.

“Ehm…”​

Valdrova,⁠ with difficulty, resumed⁠ the conversation.

“I…​ put on this​ armor…”

Perda​​ waited for her​ to finish.

“Ruri…​​​ said that my​‌‍ expression shows a lot.”

Perda​ tilted his head.​‍

“You⁠​ mean that your​ expressions show?”

“If‌ I am in‍ human form… they‍‌‌ say everything shows​​⁠ on my face.‍ Then… when I see Perda, I don’t know what​​ expression I am‌ making…”

She‍‍‌ hesitated, but finished​​⁠ the sentence.

“That’s⁠‌ why I put⁠​‍ it on.”

The‍‍ ending slipped out​⁠‍ and she covered‌ her mouth with‌​ both hands.

“It’s…‍ very foolish… right?”​

The‌ warrior’s voice trembled‍ with fragility.

Her‍‌‌ behavior made it‍ clear.

How​⁠‌ difficult it was⁠‌ for her to‍ hide her emotions.‍

‘Truly…’‍‌​

Not‍ being able to​ hide it meant‍ purity.

That​‍ is why, even‍‍⁠ if she covered‌‍​ herself with armor​ or used a heavy voice, she​‍⁠ could not hide⁠⁠ what she felt​‍⁠ in her heart.⁠

‘She​⁠ is beautiful.’

That⁠​‌ is why she‌‍ was beautiful.

Perda‍ responded.

“It‌​​ is not. I also… even now…⁠‌ am trembling.”

Valdrova‍ raised her head‍ and looked at‌​ him.

He‌‌​ could feel her⁠⁠​ gaze scanning him.⁠​⁠

“That‌ is a lie.”‌

Valdrova‍⁠ said.

“Huh?”​​

“If‍ that were true,​ you wouldn’t seem⁠ so calm… I stutter and all‍​​ that… but Perda‍‌‌ seems fine.”

“It​⁠‌ is because I want to make⁠ a good impression.​⁠ I am pretending‌‍ not to tremble.”⁠‍

“Is‌‍ that so?”

She​‌ reacted as if‍ she did not​ understand.

Valdrova‌⁠⁠ had shown her‌‌​ embarrassment, so now⁠ it was Perda’s​​​ turn.

“Lately⁠⁠⁠ I have not‍‍ seen you because‌⁠‍ I was also⁠‌‍ afraid.”

“Afraid‌ of what?”

“My‌​⁠ mana contains darkness.”​​‌

“Darkness…?”​⁠‌

“Yes.‍​​ My mana contains‍ darkness. That is‌​‌ why I was⁠​ worried that that‌ darkness might harm⁠‍⁠ you. And because‌‍​ of that…”

Perda‍ looked at her⁠ again.

His‍‌ blue eyes shone⁠‌​ like sapphires.

“I​​ did not have‍ the courage to⁠‍ see you.”

“……”⁠

There‌‍​ was no response.⁠​

Valdrova‌ fidgeted with her⁠⁠‌ fingers, clenching and⁠ unclenching her fist⁠‌ repeatedly.

As‌⁠ if trying to⁠ contain something growing​​​ inside her.

“Perda…”‌

And​ then, with a restrained voice.

“Were‌⁠ you worried about‌‍ me?”

“Yes.‍ Was that presumptuous⁠⁠ of me?”

“No…‍‍ that… makes me‌​‌ a little happy…”⁠

Then​‍‌ he saw it.⁠‍

All⁠​ that behavior was‍‍ that of a delicate girl.

“Does‍​ that make you‌‌‍ happy?”

The‍‍⁠ intimidating helmet nodded‍ slightly.

“Until‌ now, I never‌​ thought that someone‌ would worry about⁠‌​ me… aside from‌​ Ruri. People think⁠​ I am strong.⁠‍ And I am.⁠‍ But… Perda, you‌ fear that I might get hurt,‍‌ right? That’s why…‌​ somehow, that makes‌ me happy.”

She‍‍ placed a hand‌​‌ over her chest,⁠ trying to calm⁠​ her emotions.

“What​​⁠ Perda gave me‌‌​ that time…”

That⁠‍⁠ day when she‍ suffered from a ferocity she could​ not control,

“What⁠ I felt… was​​⁠ something I had​ never felt before.”‍⁠

Valdrova‌ recalled that moment​⁠ with a voice⁠ full of emotion.‌

“Something‌​​ warm and soft⁠​ running through me…‌ I think if‍​​ someone hugged me,‍​‍ it would feel​⁠ like that. Something⁠⁠⁠ like that can’t‍‌​ hurt me, right?”‍‌‍

“I-is​​ that so…?”

“Yes.”​‍⁠

Her‌ hands moved restlessly‌​ again.

Her‍‌⁠ legs intertwined nervously.​​

Despite​⁠ her solemn tone,‌‌ her gestures were​‍‌ clearly those of‍ a young woman.‍

“Just‍ being like this…​​ already makes me⁠⁠‌ very happy. This‌‌⁠ moment where I am in front‌⁠ of you, Perda…‌ makes me very​‍ happy… so much‍‌ that…”

Valdrova’s‍‍⁠ voice suddenly cut⁠ off.

“Ah.”⁠⁠

As‍⁠ if she had⁠ become aware of⁠‍ something she had​ not noticed.

“Are⁠​‌ you alright?”

“I-I’m‍‌⁠ sorry, but… can⁠⁠ I… stand up…?”⁠⁠‍

“Huh?”⁠‍‍

“I-it’s‌ just… I… if​‍ I stay like⁠‍​ this… I think‍‌ I’m going to…​ scream… and that‍ would be a bother… I-I’m sorr…”‍⁠

Valdrova⁠⁠​ trembled, not knowing‍‌ what to do,​ and then—

“I’m‌​ sorryyy!”

She‍​⁠ apologized and immediately​‌ jumped from the​​‍ terrace.

Perda⁠‍​ and Ruri looked​ down in silence.​

At⁠ a glance, the⁠ height was abysmal.‍

But⁠‍​ neither of them​‍‌ thought that Valdrova⁠‌ could be harmed.⁠

Ruri,‌ who had remained‌⁠ like mere background,​ spoke.

“Well,⁠ with this we‍ can consider the‌‌ tea party a success.”

She‌‌ took a dessert​ from the tray​ and brought it​ to her mouth.​​⁠

Perda​​ observed the place⁠‍​ where she had​⁠​ fallen and reflected‌ on her words.‌

‘Yes.’‌⁠

And⁠‌ then he understood.​‍

‘Valdrova‍ is a woman​‍ that simple.’

A pure woman, incapable​ even of properly​ looking at her‌ fiancé’s face.

And⁠ even so, carrying‌​ that burden, she⁠ had forced herself‌ to act like‌⁠ a queen.

‘But‍ the world is⁠⁠​ not so forgiving.’‍

That‍​ he also knew.​

Even​​‌ that simple happiness⁠‍‍ was too much⁠‍‌ for her, as‍⁠⁠ if the world​‍ tried to crush​​‍ her.

The​⁠‍ beasts that lunged,⁠ the corruption of⁠ the empire, her​​‌ past, everything pressed⁠ on her without​​‌ rest.

‘I⁠​​ made a promise.’​

To​‍ protect what she​‍​ loves, and to⁠ make real what‌‌‌ she had always⁠ desired.

That​​ the name of⁠‍ Valdrova would cease⁠⁠⁠ to be synonymous‍⁠ with fear and‍ become one of‌​ joy.

For⁠​‍ that, what Perda‍‍ needed was determination.‌

‘Sometimes,‌ with resolve.’

If​ necessary, with cruelty.‌⁠

The​ fear of hurting‍‌ her could no​‍ longer make him‍‌ hesitate.

His‌ sense of duty‌‍‍ became fuel and‌​​ ignited his extinguished‌⁠‌ heart once more.​⁠

***‍‌⁠

The​​ next day, Perda‌ called Zed and‍‍ told him his⁠ plan.

After‍‍‌ hearing it, Zed‌ asked.

“Are‌‌‌ you in your​ right mind?”

It⁠ was quite a rude question, but‌ surprisingly it was⁠⁠‌ the most moderate​‍ thing he could‍⁠ say after thinking⁠​⁠ it through.

That‌‌‌ was how absurd⁠‍ Perda’s plan was.‍⁠‌

“You’re⁠​‌ saying you’re going⁠‍ to rob the‍ empire’s warehouse?”

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