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— Hokkaido —[/center]

Rook nodded at her cryptic answer. It did little to ease his reservations despite her obvious confidence.

[color=#AA3333]"I..."[/color]

In his own world it was well known that the Tyrant Sword was a lone survivor out of the coup that gave rise to the Third Empire three hundred years ago. But he hesitated. Now he was with someone who didn't know of the Tyrant knight, the coup, or the Third Empire. Even if he were to give his instinctive answer she would have no idea what he was talking about.

[color=#AA3333]"I grew up on a small farm just outside of the capital of the Third Empire."[/color]

This was where he, Rook, was born. At the moment he decided it would be too complicated to to explain the name that he had chosen to give her.
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