I looked up at the prosperity of the royal city in the cold lower area, and witnessed the miracle of the magic tower with a mortal body without magic power. I saw poor people cooking with human blood in barren lands, and I saw giant dragons fed by rich people lingering in the sky in fertile lands. In this dark and backward continent, how can it win the attention of God and how can its virtue be passed down from generation to generation? I, Claire Justice, sentence you to death.
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