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“No,” William said coldly. “There will be no more mercy for people like you.” - And with these words he pushed the Chosen One out the window. Kirian tried to grab the curtains, but under his weight they broke from their hinges, and he fell out of the window. The adviser pulled the blade out in time so that it would not fall off along with the body.

The final, desperate cry of the Chosen One cut through the sky...

William fell to his knees, exhausted. The pleasant heaviness of the wings was soothing, but he spent a lot of energy manipulating them. And he still needs to take the Saint away from here. Someone might have noticed the “fascinating” flight of the Chosen One. My hands trembled treacherously. Her hair, tied in a bun for convenience, had become disheveled and strands had bunched up around her face. William straightened his hair, allowing himself a moment of respite. Rising to his feet, the young man wiped the blood from the sword and returned it to its sheath.

William turned to