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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 133: The Subjugation of Beltus (7)

Chapter 133: The Subjugation of Beltus (7)

‘Maybe⁠ I should tie​‍​ my hair up‌ once in a while.’

A girl walking through⁠ the middle of‍‌⁠ a forest, where⁠‌‍ the sounds of⁠​⁠ insects echoed, casually‍ lifted her hair⁠ behind her head.‌​‍

After‍​ living so many‍⁠⁠ years following a similar pattern, it‌‌ was natural to​ think of trying⁠⁠​ small deviations.

She​​⁠ liked how her‌‌ abundant hair covered​‌ her body, giving​⁠‌ her the appearance‍⁠​ of a slightly‍​‍ frail girl, but‌⁠‌ showing a livelier‌​ side from time​​ to time was⁠‍ also part of‌ a person’s varied‌⁠ charm.

The​ girl walking out⁠​ of the forest​ with such trivial​ thoughts was a great 6-star mage‍⁠​ whose name would⁠⁠ not be strange‍‌‍ to leave engraved‍ in history.

Fina​‌⁠ Raffaella Tigris, daughter⁠​ of a baron,‌​ was quietly leaving​​ the Beltus estate⁠ without anyone noticing.‌​

The⁠‌ sun had already‌‌‍ set. For her,‌‍‍ who could hide‌ among the shadows,⁠​‌ leaving the place⁠​ unseen was as​‌ easy as breathing.‌

She‌‍ turned and silently‌⁠‌ looked at the‍ mansion standing on⁠​‌ the hill.

Within​‌ the burning grounds,⁠ numerous soldiers ran​ toward their own​‍ goals.

What​‍ rose toward the⁠⁠ sky were spirits​ materialized by necromancy.​‍ The chaos and⁠ confusion pouring out‌​ of that cursed​ mansion were so​ satisfying that, for‌​‌ this girl made‌‌ of pure wickedness,‍​ they were a spectacle more thrilling‍​ than any other.‌‍​

‘Melverot‌‍ and Drest won’t‌ stay still.’

The​ 6-star mages who‍‍‌ despised chaos would‍‍ probably frown upon​⁠‌ Fina’s actions.

However,⁠ Fina was someone‍ who would use‍ any method to​ fulfill her purpose.⁠​​

‘Even‍‍ if Melverot doesn’t⁠‌ understand, Drest will.‌⁠ After all, times​‍‌ change.’

As⁠⁠ she walked through‍‍ the forest, a damp wind blew.‍

The‍‌​ forest’s breeze, tinged​‌‌ with the scent⁠⁠ of grass, remained‍ the same despite​‌‍ the passage of⁠‍ time, but people​⁠‍ always changed.

The​⁠‌ young heir of‌ Duplain, Leigh, was⁠⁠ regaining consciousness and​‍​ rising to his⁠ feet.

He‍ would resolve all‍​‌ the regrets of‍⁠ what he had⁠‍ lost and, with‍‍​ the help of‌ Aiselin and Diella,‌‍⁠ attempt to rebuild​⁠ his family’s prestige.​‌

The‌‍ next heir of​ Belmierd, Ellen, already‍‌ had a reputation⁠​‍ that reached the​‍‍ heavens.

She​‍ would become a symbol of power,‍⁠ wield enormous influence​⁠ over the southwest⁠‌‍ of the continent,​ and even attempt⁠ to swallow the​‌ social circles of‍‍ Ebelstein.

The⁠ next heir of‍ Beltus, Robenalt, was​ still going through‌‌‍ growing pains.

It​ was uncertain whether​​⁠ he could become‍⁠⁠ a proper lord,⁠​ but at least‌‍​ his mental fortitude⁠⁠ was firm. In‌ any case, he​⁠ was someone who‌‌ would surely be‌​ eliminated if things‍ continued as they⁠​ were, so Beltus’s‍‍ future was uncertain⁠‌ as well.

In⁠ the end, generations‌⁠ change, and she⁠‌ had merely given⁠‍​ them a small‌‍ push.

Fina‍⁠ smiled faintly as‍‍ she walked deeper‌‌ into the forest.⁠‍​

Times⁠‍‌ change. What can‌ the old do?‍‌

In⁠ the meantime, take‌ everything you can.‍

The​ only thing those‍‌‌ old foxes could‌‍ do, at most,‍‌ was that.

A halo of light‍​⁠ rose from the​ mansion’s main building.​

What‍ filled the sky‌​ was the form‌ of a demon‌‍​ summoned by Grand‍ Duke Beltus, master​ of summoning magic.‌​

Indeed,​⁠ being originally of‌‌ 5-star class, even‌ the newly infused⁠ necromancy had a considerably high level.‌⁠⁠

***‍​

Crash!⁠‌‍ Crash!

Breaking‍⁠‍ through the roof‌‌ of the mansion’s‌ main building, a gigantic demon revealed‌‍‍ itself.

That‌‌‌ demon, with the‌‍‌ head of a bull, had huge⁠ horns jutting out​ from its temples,‍‍‌ and its rough,‌ muscular body was‍ covered in heavy‍ armor.

Among‌‌‍ the forbidden spells⁠‌‍ of necromancy, the​ most evil were⁠​​ those that manipulated⁠ demons from hell.‌⁠‍

Of⁠⁠‌ the many mages‍⁠ who had fallen‌‍‌ under the vile⁠​ aura of necromancy,⁠‍ it was especially⁠‌ the experts in‍ summoning magic who​​ handled such spells.‌​

And‌‍ when one spoke‍ of summoning magic,‌​ the name that‍‍⁠ came to mind‌ was undoubtedly Grand⁠ Duke Beltus.

If‍ anyone could summon​ a demon of‌‌​ that magnitude, it‍⁠ was him.

Bang!​‍ Bang!

– Rooaar.

The‍‌ enormous demon, half-emerged‌ through the mansion’s⁠ roof, let out‍‌ a sound.

Its⁠​ scale was so‌‌‍ immense that it​‍ sounded more like⁠⁠‍ the horn of‍‍ a massive ship‍ than a roar.​

Everyone‍‍ around the mansion⁠⁠​ had to cover‍ their ears, their‌ faces contorted in⁠‍ pain.

Taking‌ advantage of the​ moment, numerous bat-like​‌⁠ monsters began swarming​​⁠ out from the​‍ broken roof of‍⁠ the mansion. The‌⁠ horde was so⁠⁠​ vast it could‌⁠ be considered an‍‌⁠ army.

The‌​‌ demon had arrived.‍

Who‌ controlled that demon?‌⁠ Everyone could only‌ answer in unison.‍

It⁠⁠⁠ was undoubtedly Grand​‌​ Duke Beltus.

“Has​⁠⁠ the tower’s protective‍​‍ magic not been​ withdrawn yet?”

Rodelia,‍‌‍ advancing with a detachment toward the‌⁠​ main building, cut​‌⁠ down monsters in​ her path.

Dereck​ had gone alone​‍‌ to destroy the‍ magic tower. Leading​⁠⁠ an army would⁠‌ only provoke the‍⁠​ defensive forces to​ appear, so it​​ had been decided‍‍ that infiltrating alone​​‍ amid the chaos​ caused by the​ monsters was the‌ best course.

Thus,‌ Rodelia advanced by‍​ herself toward the‌‌ main building to​ subdue Grand Duke​‍ Beltus himself.

However,‌​ the protective magic‌ deployed atop the​⁠ eastern tower showed‍ no sign of‌ fading.

Unless⁠⁠ that enormous battle‌‍ formation was completely⁠⁠​ neutralized, entering the‌ main building was​ far too risky.​‍

As‌‍ Rodelia clenched her‌‍‍ teeth, staring at⁠ the tower—

Flash!⁠

Bang!‌⁠

The⁠‌‍ size of the‍‌ magic circle blooming‍⁠⁠ at the top⁠ of the tower⁠ began to shrink‌ little by little‍‍⁠ until it finally​⁠ lost all light‌‌‍ and vanished.

Dereck‌​⁠ had indeed managed‍‌⁠ to infiltrate alone​‌‌ and resolve the‍⁠‍ situation.

No​‌ matter how chaotic⁠‌‌ the area around‍ the tower was,⁠‍⁠ or how urgent‌​ the situation, it⁠⁠ was an incredible‍‌‍ feat.

‘Wasn’t‌ he a former‌‍⁠ mercenary? It seems‌ he possesses exceptional​​⁠ experience in these​ guerrilla operations.’

He⁠‌​ was a veteran​‍ who had repeatedly‌ infiltrated labyrinths and⁠ hunted monsters in‍ small groups, accumulating​ abundant real combat​​ experience.

‘Steady,​‍‍ experienced, and mature,‌⁠‌ yet young. If⁠‌​ possible, I’d like‍‍ to have him‍​ under my command.’⁠‌‍

But‌ those who saw‌ Dereck usually thought⁠ the same. He‌ would be a useful talent as‌‌ an officer, but‌‍ he wasn’t the​⁠⁠ type to easily‍ submit to anyone.‌⁠‍

The‍‍‍ only person he‍‍ even pretended to⁠⁠ respect was Melverot,​ who had reached​ the rank of‌ 6-star mage. Competing⁠​​ with such a monster was impossible.⁠‌

‘Rather,‍⁠ if I could‌ bind him through​⁠‌ marriage…’

But​‍ he was already⁠‌ married, and even‌ if his marriage‌‌​ were annulled or⁠‌⁠ he took a second wife, it‍‌ was unlikely that⁠‌ he would be​‍⁠ paired with her​⁠ fierce daughter Trisha.​‍ In any case,‌‌‌ it wouldn’t be​‌​ easy to have​‌​ Dereck under her​ wing.

‘…’​‍‌

Setting​‍ that aside, the⁠ path was already‌ open, and the‌⁠ task was clear.⁠​‍

Rodelia‌‌ drew her sacred⁠​‍ blood sword and‍‍ raised it high,​ shouting to her‌‌ detachment,

“The⁠ path to the⁠ main house is‍⁠ clear! Capture the‌⁠ master of that⁠‌​ vile necromancy and​ report to Emperor‌ Guttrel that we​⁠ have resolved this‌ disaster!”

“Yes!”​

“Let’s‍‌‍ go!”

Tap,‌​‌ tap, tap.

Even‍ within the hill‍‍‌ where the mansion⁠‌ grounds lay, the‌‍‌ main house of⁠‍​ Duke Beltus stood‍ at the highest‌⁠⁠ point.

They‌ were going to‍⁠ storm that nest‌ of evil, where‌ all kinds of⁠‌ monsters raged and‍‍‌ vengeful spirits emerged,‍​ and bring the‌ situation to an‌​ end.

Emperor​‌ Guttrel, who abhorred‍​⁠ necromancy, would surely‍‍ recognize their merit.⁠‍​

Soldiers‍​ are always thirsty‍⁠‍ for honor.

Many‌ members of the‍‍‌ detachment following Rodelia​ cheered. They were​ veterans among veterans,⁠⁠⁠ having conquered Rodentz⁠ Island at her‌​‍ side.

As​⁠ they advanced toward⁠‍ the main entrance,⁠‍ Rodelia’s army arrived‍⁠​ at the scene.‍

– Grooooh.

The⁠​‌ main house of​​‍ the mansion no‍‌ longer belonged to‌ Duke Beltus.

When‍ the enormous doors‍​ of the main​​ hall opened, an‍ Archlich floating in​ the air awaited‍⁠‌ them.

They‍⁠ saw pods spewing⁠ swarms of vengeful‍ spirits and monsters.​

The⁠‌⁠ monster that had‍⁠​ nested in that​‌ mansion had no⁠ intention of allowing⁠‌‍ intruders.

A monster summoned through‌‍ advanced 5-star-level necromancy‍ or higher.

Seeing⁠ that gigantic creature—something​ they hadn’t even‌⁠ encountered on Rodentz​‌‍ Island—the expressions of⁠​‌ Rodelia’s detachment hardened‍‍ instantly.

***‌

Thud!​‍⁠ Thud!

Grrr!‌‌

Denise⁠ ran out of​⁠⁠ the main house​ and down the‌ northern hill.

The‍ Rodelia army was‍​​ approaching from the⁠ south.

Although‌⁠ the mansion grounds‍ were filled with⁠‌ monsters, excluding those⁠ inside the main⁠ house, their level⁠‍​ was not particularly‌‌⁠ impressive.

Goblins⁠​⁠ and trolls with​⁠⁠ corpse-like appearances — their looks were‍‍​ grotesque and terrifying,​‍ but since their‌⁠‍ movements were slow,⁠⁠​ one could escape​⁠ from them simply‍ by running at⁠ full speed.

Their​​‌ endurance was also​​ mediocre, so well-trained‌‍ soldiers or mages‍ capable of using⁠‍​ even level 1 magic could handle⁠ them without much⁠⁠‍ difficulty.

Even⁠​​ though the urgency‌‍⁠ of the moment‌ and their horrifying‍ appearance were unsettling,‍ as long as‍‌⁠ one remained calm,​ surviving wasn’t too‌​ difficult.

However,​‌‌ someone had to‍​⁠ deal with the‌‌⁠ disaster at the‌‍ main house, block‌‍‌ the armies advancing‌ toward the Beltus‍ mansion, and at‌⁠​ the same time‌ protect the servants⁠‍⁠ and retainers.

The‍‌​ ones responsible for​⁠ those tasks were⁠⁠ already decided.

They​‌ were the Orel‍ Mercenaries, who had‍​‍ protected the territory‌‌‍ under contract with⁠‌‌ Grand Duke Beltus‌‌ for many years.‍⁠

They‌⁠‍ had maintained such​ a special relationship‌‌ that they even​​​ had their own​ barracks within the⁠ Beltus mansion grounds.‍⁠ Now was the​ time to show⁠ their full strength.‌⁠

At​‌‍ that moment, Denise‌​ was heading to⁠ the western barracks⁠ to resolve the‍‍‌ anomaly at the​ main house together​⁠ with the Orel​⁠‌ Mercenaries and somehow‌ block the incoming‍⁠‍ armies.

It‍ seemed like an‍​‍ overwhelming task, but‌‍‌ Orel, the group’s⁠‌‍ leader, had served⁠​‌ as commander of‌​ the royal guard⁠ for a long‍​ time. Without a doubt, he had​​​ survived countless crises​‍‍ like this one.​

That​ was why Denise’s⁠ destination was the‌‍ Orel Mercenaries’ barracks.⁠‍

But​ even as she​‌ hurried her steps,​ Denise couldn’t help​‌ but hold her‍ breath.

‘If⁠ everything gets resolved…​⁠‍ what will happen​ to me…? And⁠⁠​ to the servants‌‌ who followed me?​⁠‌ And my personal‍‍​ maid, Bella? No…‍ what will happen‌‍ to our family…?’‍​‌

She‍⁠ pushed aside those‌‌ negative thoughts. Do⁠‍ what you can⁠⁠ right now.

Even​‍ though she repeated‍ that to herself‌⁠ several times, the‌ anxiety boiling in⁠‌ her chest wouldn’t‍⁠​ subside.

Especially⁠‌‍ because she herself‌ had made an‍‍ enemy of Baron‌⁠ Dereck Lydorf Ravenclaw.‌

That‌‌‌ fact alone was⁠ like a thorn‌‍ lodged in her‌⁠ heart, tormenting her​‍ without end.

Now,‌‌ she and Dereck​ were enemies.

Even‌​ if the situation‍ were resolved, Dereck​​ would treat her​ with hostility.

Sometimes​​‍ she remembered Dereck’s‌ cold gaze — those sharp eyes,‍ the same ones⁠ he showed when​ facing monsters he‍ had to kill​‍ or enemies he‍ had to subdue.⁠ They were completely‍‌ opposite to his‍‍⁠ usual calm and⁠​‍ serious demeanor.

Now,‌ the target of⁠⁠⁠ that gaze was​ Denise.

And​⁠ the reason wasn’t​‍ even deep — it was simply‌‍ because she belonged⁠ to the Beltus​ family.

She​‍ had been used‌⁠‍ as a chess‍ piece under the‌​‍ cruel Grand Duke‌⁠ Beltus, contributing to⁠​‌ the family and​​​ living under his⁠⁠ shadow for a long time.

Now⁠⁠ the time had​ come to pay‌⁠ for those sins.‍‌‌

Tap,‌‍⁠ tap.

Denise’s‌‍⁠ hurried steps began‌ to slow.

Soon,⁠ she leaned one‍​ shoulder against a tree in a corner of the⁠ garden, grabbed a handful of her​ messy hair, and⁠ tried to catch⁠​​ her breath.

She‌ had run too​⁠ long with a fragile body. To‍ save her strength,‌​‍ she breathed shallowly⁠‌​ and soon pressed​‍‍ her forehead tightly,‌⁠ feeling as if⁠​ she were about​⁠ to cry.

‘Even⁠​ though I lived‍‍⁠ pretending to be‍ rational and intelligent…‌ now that everything’s‍‍ fallen apart, I’m‌⁠ nothing more than‍​ just another daughter…’​

A hollow laugh escaped​⁠‌ her. While suppressing⁠‌​ the tickle in‌‍ her nose, Denise​‌‍ mocked herself.

‘Don’t‍ cry. Crying won’t​ change anything. Letting⁠ emotions take over‌‍⁠ in this situation​‌‍ will only hasten⁠⁠‌ my death. I have to judge‌​ everything calmly.’

The‍‌ Orel Mercenaries must‌‌ have already begun​‌‍ to move. They‌ would be eliminating​⁠‍ the monsters around​‍‍ the barracks and⁠‍​ preparing to clear‍‌ the main base⁠⁠ where the demon‍‌ had appeared.

If‍‌ she headed toward​ the western barracks,​ she would surely‍​⁠ find them.

If⁠​‍ she moved west,‍​​ maybe she could​‌ save her life.​‌

Just‍​ as Denise finished‌ catching her breath‌‍​ and stood up—‌⁠⁠

The⁠ heavens abandoned her.‌‍​

Someone‌⁠‍ appeared from within‌‌ the forest.

A man covered in⁠‌ monsters’ blood emerged​⁠‍ from the bushes.⁠

Someone‍⁠⁠ she should never​ have encountered at‍‍ that moment was‌​ there, walking with​​‍ a deadly stride,‌⁠⁠ drenched in blood.‍

His​ eyes still gleamed‍​‍ with a chilling‍ red hue. Though⁠‌‌ he was covered⁠​‍ in dust, his‌‌ pure white hair‌​​ shone under the⁠​ moonlight as always.‌

He‍ was carrying someone⁠‍ unconscious over his‍‌ shoulder.

It​‍ was obvious who​ it was — the same silver-ash‍‍ hair as Denise’s,​ a fragile noble.⁠

The‍​ one who had‍⁠‍ been guarding the‍⁠‍ magic tower.

Her‌ older brother, Robenalt.⁠‍​

A timid man, without​‍ great ambition or‍ notable achievements. But​‍ if he had⁠ dared to face‍​ Dereck, the result​⁠ was clear — he had been​ brutally beaten, his‍‍ face swollen, hanging‍⁠‍ limply from Dereck’s⁠ shoulder.

Was⁠⁠‌ he dead? No,‌ it seemed he‍‌ was still breathing.​​‍

But‌⁠ the murderous look‌​ in Dereck’s eyes⁠ as he carried‌‍⁠ him—

As⁠⁠ they said, the‌⁠ gods had abandoned‌ Denise.

In‌ a place where‌ there was no⁠‌ one left to‍​‌ protect her, she⁠⁠ was now face‍ to face with⁠‍ the very core⁠​ of the enemy.​‍

Robenalt,‌ completely subdued and⁠⁠ unconscious, was proof⁠ enough.

Dereck‌ was a man​⁠‍ filled with hatred​⁠‍ toward the Beltus‍​ family and would‍‌ never treat kindly⁠‌ anyone who had​⁠ lived as one‍‌‌ of its representatives.‍

What‍‌ should she do?‍⁠ Resist?

Would‍‌‌ there be any‍​‍ point in opposing​​⁠ someone whose magical​ ability surpassed hers‍ by several ranks?​⁠

Should​‍ she throw dirt‌‌ in his eyes,⁠⁠ scratch him, and‌​ run?

For​​ someone as weak⁠ as her, resisting⁠⁠ such a formidable​⁠​ man was futile.‌

So‍ Denise let herself⁠‌⁠ fall against the‍​ tree and ended‍ up sitting on‍ the ground.

Dust⁠⁠ clung to her​​‍ expensive dress, and​ pieces of bark‌‍‌ tangled in her​ messy ash-colored hair.⁠‌

“Yes…⁠‍‍ Dereck, it was‌‌ you after all.”‌⁠⁠

In‍ that final instant,⁠ Denise managed to​​⁠ force a smile‍‌⁠ full of fake⁠‍‍ courage.

No‌​ matter the crisis,‌ she always had‌ to smile and‌​‍ never stop thinking‍ rationally.

Even‌‍​ if she were‌ to die the‍ next moment, she‍ wouldn’t lose that⁠​​ composure.

That‍ was the attitude‌ she had always‍‌‍ lived with — as if it​⁠ were her destiny.‍‌

She​ recalled her private‌ residence in Ebelstein.⁠‌

She⁠​ remembered the moment‍​ in the underground​ art storage, when‍ Dereck had consoled‍ her as she​ lamented her frail⁠ life.

Remembering​‌ that, Denise thought,‍

If⁠⁠‍ the blood of​ Beltus didn’t run⁠⁠‌ through my veins…‍‍ could I have‌​⁠ gotten along with⁠ this man?

Like‍​ Aiselin and Ellen?​ Could I have​‍ relied on him,‍‍‌ shared my worries,‍ faced dangers together,​ and somehow lived⁠‍⁠ happily?

Suddenly,​ she recalled the‍⁠‍ presumptuous Lord Robain.‍‍

When‌‌‍ he wrote about⁠‌⁠ that foolish noble‍‍‌ who lost Tracy​​‌ because he was​ dominated by differences‌ in status and‌ family duty… perhaps⁠ he had hidden‍‌ a bit of​‍⁠ mockery toward himself.⁠‍

On​‌‍ a moonlit night,‍ sitting at his​ desk with a pen in hand,​ maybe he had⁠⁠ hoped someone would⁠‌ understand his inner⁠ emptiness.

Now‍​ it no longer​​ mattered.

But​⁠ she never imagined⁠ that the arrogant​ Lord Robain would‍ become her final‌⁠‍ work. If she⁠‌ had known, perhaps​⁠‍ she would have‍⁠ put in more‌ effort — such‍ thoughts crossed her​⁠ mind.

And‍ so, when Denise‍‌ gently closed her‌​ eyes, that was⁠‌‌ when she let​​ everything go.

Step,⁠⁠ step.

Thud!​​

Dereck‍ approached Denise with​‌ heavy steps and‍⁠‌ laid the body​⁠‌ of Robenalt, whom⁠​⁠ he had carried‌ until now, beside⁠‌‍ her.

Robenalt,​‍ leaning against a tree stump, was‍⁠ breathing heavily, completely‍‍ unconscious.

He‍ was a pathetic​ brother, yes, but‌ at least he​‌‌ had been sincere‍ toward his family.⁠

“He‌‍‍ tried to stop⁠‌​ me to the​ very end. Knowing‍‍​ what Grand Duke⁠⁠​ Beltus is like,‌ and still remaining​⁠ loyal… it seems‍‍ he believes his‍ duty is to⁠​ be honest with​⁠​ the place he​ belongs to.”

Dereck’s​‌‌ voice was much⁠‌ gentler than Denise‍‌ had imagined.

He‍⁠‌ no longer had​ the fierce appearance‍ of the bloodstained‍‌ mercenary who hunted⁠ monsters, but rather⁠‌ that of the‌​ gentle instructor who​ had once stayed​‌ in the mansion⁠ and taught her‍‍‌ magic.

Denise​ held her breath.‌

“D-Der…‍ Dereck…?”

“His⁠​⁠ loyalty was simply‍‍⁠ misplaced. If the⁠​‌ Beltus family sets‍‌ itself straight, Young⁠⁠ Master Robenalt will​‌ be a great‍ asset to it.⁠⁠​ In the end,‌‌⁠ what remains is‌​‍ not someone loyal⁠‌ to a person,​ but someone loyal‌​‍ to his family.”​‍

“You…‍⁠‌ you are…”

Denise​‌‌ lifted her trembling​ eyes to look⁠‍ at him.

Under‌⁠ the moonlight, Dereck’s‌‍ calm eyes lacked​‍ the ferocity she‌⁠‍ had expected.

In‍​‌ fact, they were‌⁠ exactly as she‍ remembered them.

“You…‍‌ didn’t come to‍⁠ capture me…?”

Dereck‌‌ brushed the dust​​‌ off his neck‌ and answered with‌‌​ a puzzled expression.‌

“…Me?”‍‍‍

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