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... to her hand, was an accident."

"Good luck trying to convince her father of that when he finds out about you." Astralious let out a dry laugh. "Then again, it was worth it to win the Ice Phoenix Flames."

"Why does it look like you are eager to watch her father beat me up?" Elias raised a brow. "Whose side are you even on?"

"Of course I'm on your side." Astralious pumped up his chest, and stood proudly. "Moreover, it's not as if they can even find out that you were the one ...

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