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Heading towards the court of celestial Valor, Agathe's senses remained mindfully keen and alert. Due to last night's celebration, the early morning training had been scheduled at night time, giving her the opportunity to secretly meet one of the organizers who was in charge of handing out swords to the contestants.
The court of celestial Valor was empty, and while she waited, a man dressed in the attire of a blacksmith approached her from the backdoor that led to the celestial Valor. Agathe's demeanor switched into relief at the sight of the man, feeling content that he had shown up at the time they had discussed. He lowered his head in a bow, conveying his silent greetings, and before anyone else showed up and saw them here, Agathe sneakily handed the bottle of poison to the man.
