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Meanwhile, on the seabed a few hundred kilometers away from Arconia, a heavily injured slightly tanned woman with blue hair lay on her back with a trident laying not far away from her right side. Her plain dress that was stained with blood was so tattered that it did not befit someone of her status, yet that was the least of her trouble.
Crimson red blood was flowing out of the gaping wound on her chest as she stared up at the schools of fishes that were watching her; their mouths moving, as if they were crying for her.
"That… monster…" she thought as she glanced to her right hand, which was still clenched in a tight fist. As she slowly unfurled her fingers, a golden-colored beetle was revealed to be crushed within it.
"I guess… I have used all my borrowed luck…" she thought as she closed her eyes. Her mind went back to earlier.
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