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"No, I think it's good."

Maser's palm was gouged to the point that it bled blood, his forehead and temples were filled with rampaging green veins, he did not retaliate against Claus's words, he only faintly smiled.

His mind flashed, and he recalled Rebecca's last earnest suggestion before he left. That woman, after all, loved him, so Maser did not plan to rebel. After all