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Both of their gazes were like sewing needles to Stetson. It was the time for decision making for him. The pressure of disappointing a student didn’t affect him as much as the stress of committing fallacy did. “Tell her that she’s being ridiculous! I’m positive that we’ll be protected while we’re here. Furthermore, nobody knew that she practised combat with us,” suggested Delilah. Astrid then shook her head in disappointment and hoped that he’d come up with a solution. After giving Astrid’s apprehension much deserved thought, Stetson decided, “You should head to the mansion first with the sword. We’ll join you by the evening.” “Where will we be meeting?” questioned Astrid. As they had already decided to revolt against the king, Stetson couldn’t let Astrid head back without proper eq