"What is all this discomfort?"
It was the first time Irisviel felt uneasy since setting foot in Fuyuki.
She realized once again the importance of Saber, who had constantly remained by her side. The calm confidence and tolerance emanating from her agile frame gave Irisviel a great sense of security.
It wasn't that Hisau Maiya, Saber's replacement to accompany her, was unreliable as a bodyguard. Kiritsugu also held Maiya's skills in high regard, and Irisviel didn't doubt her.
*So… what's the reason for this strange anxiety?*
Irisviel questioned in her heart why she was so anxious and uncomfortable.
Leaving the castle due to a strategic retreat, there was absolutely no dialogue between the two walking through the forest of the Bounded Field.
It was true that Maiya didn't seem like the type who enjoyed casual conversation, but her complete silence felt too heavy for Irisviel.
*Would Maiya respond if I spoke to her first? Trying once probably wouldn't hurt.*
Currently, the two were in a safe zone, isolated from the battle and not in a precarious situation where silence needed to be maintained.
If that was the case, then she would muster the courage to speak… but not knowing what to say, Irisviel restrained herself once more.
The things she wanted to ask were piled as high as mountains.
*Knowing Kiritsugu. The memories of the time I spent with him. Kiritsugu's integrity in Maiya's eyes… no matter the question, I want to know the answer.*
But Irisviel hesitated to ask any of them what she truly wanted to know. So, she kept her questions in her heart and sealed her lips.
Hisau Maiya knew the Kiritsugu that she didn't know.
If the answer from Maiya's mouth had enough force to destroy the image of her husband in Irisviel's heart…
*No, such a thing is impossible. There's no evidence to deny him like that.*
For Irisviel, the short span of nine years since their first meeting was all of Kiritsugu.
The silence continued as her mind churned in frustration. Although the atmosphere was clearly awkward, Maiya continued moving while completely ignoring it.
"…Clearly, I'm not suited to deal with this woman…"
As she lowered her head and sighed deeply in a silent murmur, a warning flashed in Irisviel's mind as her Magic Circuits Vibrated in pure alert.
"…!?"
With a face full of surprise, Maiya looked at Irisviel, whose entire body suddenly stiffened.
"What's wrong, my lady?"
"…Another new intruder. A little ahead of our position. We'll encounter them if we keep moving forward."
The situation was to be expected. Maiya nodded calmly. Though now there were three intruders.
"Then let's take a detour slowly. It'll be very safe if we head north from here."
"…"
Irisviel, focusing her efforts on observing the intruder with Clairvoyance magic, didn't respond immediately.
Dressed in black robes, the tall figure was intimidating.
His short hair and serious demeanor matched exactly the photographs found in the resources Kiritsugu had collected.
"…It's Kirei Kotomine."
Compared to her statement, Irisviel was more surprised by the change in Maiya's expression upon hearing her report.
Always icy and expressionless, she was a woman whose emotions were impossible to detect. Irisviel had previously thought that Maiya's heart must truly be cold and cruel at its core…
This was the first time Irisviel saw Maiya's expression.
It was laced with anxiety and fury. What she saw was entirely different from fear, but a sense of apprehension. Her fear probably wasn't of Kirei himself, but of the fact that Kirei appeared in such a situation.
Upon realizing this, Irisviel understood. Though the process was abrupt, Irisviel finally grasped Hisau Maiya's mind.
"Miss Maiya, the orders you received from Kiritsugu are to ensure my safety, correct?"
"Correct, but…"
"But what? You're thinking, *this is the one man I cannot allow to interfere with Kiritsugu*, right?"
Smiling mischievously, Irisviel pointed out her thoughts.
Maiya was momentarily speechless.
"My lady, you…"
"By the way, I share exactly the same opinion as you."
Kirei Kotomine. The man who is likely the greatest threat to Kiritsugu. Maiya's reaction to merely hearing his name made this evident.
Even as a homunculus, Irisviel fell in love, fulfilled that feeling, and even became a mother. Thus, she gained the sixth sense that humans have but homunculi can never understand… namely, a woman's intuition.
"Let's both stop Kirei here. Is that alright, Miss Maiya?"
After a brief moment of hesitation, Maiya nodded with a strange expression on her face.
"My deepest apologies. But please, prepare yourself, my lady."
"No problem. Don't worry about me. You carry out your task. Not the orders Kiritsugu gave, but act according to what you find necessary."
"Yes."
*Thinking about it…*
Perhaps Irisviel had already suspected. That was why she was afraid to confirm.
Now, Irisviel understood. The reason she had been avoiding Maiya… it wasn't because she feared her, but because she feared knowing her heart.
She was afraid of the truth that she wasn't the only woman who cared for Emiya Kiritsugu.
Irisviel couldn't help but laugh at the exhilaration that came with the approaching mortal combat.
Pulling out her Calico submachine gun, Maiya cast her a surprised glance.
"…What's wrong?"
"The human heart is truly an incredible thing."
*Staking her life for Kiritsugu…*
The fact that there was another woman with such determination besides herself made her understand the truth.
Clearly, the answer should have been shocking to Irisviel. Yet now… that truth made her feel infinitely at ease.
Elsewhere in the Einzbern Forest, Kirei assessed the situation.
For Kirei Kotomine, it wasn't difficult to evaluate Irisviel's team and their plan of action.
All the other Masters were targeting Caster, while Caster had his eyes on Saber. Therefore, there was no need for specific movements. The best strategy was to make complete preparations to face an attack at the base and wait for the adversaries to arrive.
Thus, there was no need to search. The Einzbern Forest in the wilderness of Fuyuki… it shouldn't be abandoned at this moment. Emiya Kiritsugu should still be there.
Of course, Kirei never planned to enter the battle alone. There was a high chance that the eastern side of the forest would become a major battlefield. It made sense that his enemies from Fuyuki would attack from that direction.
Thus, Kirei remained on the western edges, waiting for the battle to begin. He also bet on the possibility that, if the battle indeed started on the eastern side as he predicted, he could launch a surprise attack on the castle from the opposite direction.
He deployed Assassin into the forest as scouts in spirit form. With the Presence Concealment skill, Assassin could enter the Bounded Field undetected. Though they couldn't get close to the castle, they could still observe the battle around the forest's outer edge.
And… as expected, the battle between Caster and Saber began on the eastern side of the forest. Moreover, to Kirei's luck, Einzbern only engaged with the Servant alone, while the Master remained hidden behind closed gates.
Assassin's report was an excellent opportunity for Kirei.
If Kiritsugu was hired by Einzbern to be a hunting dog, then he should be protecting the Master who was defenseless and isolated from her Servant.
Now was an excellent opportunity for Kirei to force them into a corner.
Even though Assassin immediately alerted him to the fact that Lord El-Melloi and the Matou's Servant, Berserker, were also advancing toward the castle, Kirei didn't hesitate.
Instead, he felt anxious. If Kiritsugu died at Kayneth's hands, it would be impossible for Kirei to fulfill his purpose.
It would be even more impossible if it was at the hands of Berserker, who was also moving. So Kirei didn't dwell much on the possibility; a Servant like Berserker didn't seem interested in anyone other than Servants, as he stopped at the forest's edge to observe Saber and Caster's battle before moving toward the Einzbern Castle.
Thus, Kirei prepared for the worst possible scenario of being forced to face Kayneth and advanced quickly through the forest. He had also prepared to flee from Berserker if the worst of the worst scenarios occurred.
Moreover, depending on the situation, there was also the possibility that Einzbern would abandon the castle to escape. Thus, it was obvious that the retreat path would be in the opposite direction of the eastern battlefield where the Servants were currently fighting. If that happened, there was a good chance of encountering Kirei.
Just to be safe, Kirei began his battle preparations early. As such, he skillfully reacted to the unexpected killing intent.
After taking a breath, he crouched and dodged a storm of bullets howling above his head like thunder.
Sometimes, even veterans of many battles would lose morale and judgment when surprised by a submachine gun. However, such events were mere exceptions for the Executors of the Holy Church. Kirei didn't even break a sweat as he calmly analyzed the situation.
There was only one opponent present. Judging by the sound of the shots, it was a submachine gun with a barrel width under 9mm. Since handgun bullets lacked the ability to penetrate tree trunks, their threat level was significantly lower than that of a sniper rifle in the forest.
Inferring the opponent's position from the location of the gunfire, Kirei threw two Black Keys. However, contrary to the expected results, he only heard the sound of blades piercing tree trunks.
"…mm?"
The killing intent returned to attack him, flanking the surprised Kirei.
Once again, the sound of gunfire appeared. This time to his left. Though he dodged at the last second, this salvo was considerably more dangerous than the one before. The conclusion he reached earlier about the enemy consisting of only one person slightly slowed his reaction.
The position of the second shot was completely different. It was too fast to move. Though, if there had been two gunners from the start, it would've been perfectly possible to eliminate Kirei if coordinated crossfire was used.
Amid his confusion, Kirei sensed four more presences. He quickly gripped two Black Keys in each hand, four in total, and positioned himself as new sensations raced through his mind.
Kirei tightly grasped the four blades in his hands.
"An… illusion?"
It wasn't impossible. He was deep within the forest's Bounded Field. A Bounded Field includes illusions. Moreover, if a mage capable of controlling illusions was present, it would be entirely possible to cause delusions in the sole target, Kirei.
*Was the invisible shooter really just one person? Does that mean the one controlling the illusion is the same? Or does it mean there's another person responsible for support…*
Regardless, before discovering a counterattack to the illusion, he could only follow his opponent's rhythm. Kirei drew four Black Keys, throwing them simultaneously in four directions.
…As expected, there was no sign of contact anywhere.
Kirei, irritated by the fruitless effort, displayed his frustration. At the same time, a bullet struck directly into his back.
The third shot had no scent he could sense. In other words, the first two attacks were designed as feints to confuse Kirei. In theory, if an illusory trap could manipulate false signs of killing intent, it should also be possible to conceal the true killing intent behind it.
With no time to howl in pain, the tall, robed figure fell face-first, his feet entangled.
There was no twitching or groans of pain.
Did it pierce the spine and kill him instantly? Maiya, deducing as much, rose from her sniper position while pointing the Calico at the fallen Kirei and approached him cautiously.
"…Miss Maiya, no!"
Irisviel, sensing a trap, shouted a warning. But it was too late.
Kirei, maintaining his position, didn't rise. Instead, he threw a hidden Black Key with a single arm motion. From a low trajectory, the Black Key tore through Maiya's right calf, robbing her of the opportunity for her next action.
Like a spring, Kirei leaped mechanically as he suddenly advanced toward Maiya.
Fearlessly, Maiya pulled the trigger.
But Kirei merely shielded his head; he didn't bother dodging. Even the sleeves of the priest's robes were made of thick Kevlar filaments. They were perfectly covered by the Church's special protective spells. 9mm pistol ammunition, even at extremely close range, couldn't pierce it. Even so, the 250 foot-pound bullet impacts, firing 10 rounds per second, struck Kirei's body like metal batons. Yet, he was able to completely protect his organs and bones due to his well-trained musculature acting as armor.
Realizing Kirei was bulletproof from head to toe, Maiya immediately discarded the Calico and drew the combat knife near her thigh. Kevlar, while protective against gunfire, was highly vulnerable to a sharp blade's cut. If her gun was useless, she could only survive in close combat.
When the storm of bullets stopped, Kirei drew another pair of Black Keys with his hands. He attacked Maiya with a cross-shaped motion. However, Maiya wasn't slowed in the slightest by her injured right leg, and she parried the continuous strikes of the Black Keys with her heavy dagger.
Though the edge of the Black Key was much longer than the dagger, it was still a modified throwing weapon.
In close combat, the Black Key, due to its extreme length, lacked balance.
Maiya's large dagger, due to its versatile nature, held an overwhelming advantage.
"Victory is still possible…!"
Maiya suddenly advanced in what seemed a half-suicidal move. The Black Keys should have great difficulty defending against such an attack, and even if she was struck in retaliation, the chances of being severely injured were low.
With the Black Key in his right hand, Kirei blocked Maiya's dagger hand-to-hand. Perhaps Kotomine Kirei was relying on the Black Key's blade length for a counterattack.
The shadow of the crossed blade advanced, its edge poised to strike.
Maiya, anticipating the attack, easily avoided the counterattack. Simply moving her head slightly, the Black Key's tip missed as she invaded her opponent's embrace.
However, just when Maiya believed victory was near, her gaze was drawn to Kirei's unusual movements.
The point of a cross-counter is the crossed hands; the right hand, where Kirei should've held the Black Key, was empty. As he advanced, he had abandoned his weapon.
In other words, Kirei's right hand never intended to use the Black Key to pierce Maiya in the first place…
Like a pincer, veined fingers seized Maiya's right hand.
Like a snake, the tall black cloak twisted its body skillfully and dove under Maiya's right arm. In the next instant, as if supporting someone injured, Kirei hoisted Maiya's right arm over his shoulder.
The exorcist wielding Black Keys… she had let herself be deceived by her preconceived first impression.
In mortal desperation, the defenseless Maiya finally understood. This move was Chinese kung fu, Baji Quan. At the same time, Kirei's side pressed close to Maiya's waist. Using his left elbow to strike a blow at Maiya's heart, simultaneously, a brilliant strike from his left foot hit Maiya's supporting leg.
An incredible conclusion of *Six Grand Openings, Elbow Thrust*. When he seized the hand holding the dagger, all actions were completed in an instant.
A combo worthy of Baji Quan's soul, blending attack and defense.
Maiya couldn't even move as she fell heavily to the ground. Due to the extreme level of impact, the paralyzed Maiya thought she had dislocated her arms and legs. Unconsciously, she could only feel the sharp pain in her chest after being struck by the elbow. She had probably broken two or three ribs.
Even though a single attack was enough to incapacitate Maiya, Kirei wasn't satisfied. Now that he knew Kiritsugu's location, Kirei had no need to show her any mercy. As he clenched his fist, ready to deliver the killing blow, at that moment, he saw something that made him doubt his eyes.
The embarrassed Maiya was also surprised. It had been agreed that before fighting Kirei, Irisviel would only support her from a hidden location.
But she, Irisviel, who, aside from magic, should have no other means of self-defense, floated gently from the bushes and stood before Kirei.
"My lady, no!"
Now, Maiya cast aside all her fears and embarrassments. For her, compared to her own danger, the more serious issue was the threat now posed to Irisviel.
If Kiritsugu lost his wife now, as someone who swore to protect her, there could be no more desperate danger.
For Kirei, this situation was hard to comprehend.
He knew that Irisviel and her family weren't suited for combat magic due to their specialization in alchemy. During the three previous Heaven's Feels, they were helplessly defeated in the early rounds. Perhaps this was also why these northern mages were nearly useless in real combat. Judging by the fact that they hired the mercenary Kiritsugu, they must have reflected on the matter.
Thus, in a situation where the female protector was lying on the ground, wasn't it the most unlikely scenario for the Einzbern family's Master to appear alone before Kirei?
Kirei was quite certain that the silver-haired maiden before him was Saber's Master. If she died, the Einzbern camp would undoubtedly be defeated.
This woman should be the key piece that must escape at all costs.
"Woman, you may be surprised, but my motive for coming here isn't to defeat you."
Facing an enemy Master, the statement was tantamount to abandoning the battle. Even if it was unlikely that his opponent would believe him, at least Kirei tried to negotiate. This new development was far from what he expected… meeting Kiritsugu on the battlefield was his true goal. Compared to that objective, the Heaven's Feel situation could only take second place.
Of course, he didn't expect his opponents to believe his words…
"I understand, Kirei Kotomine."
…Because he didn't anticipate the opposition's belief. The silver-haired maiden's response only left Kirei more confused.
"I know why you're here. Though that's non-negotiable. You cannot reach Kiritsugu… We will stop you. Here."
"…"
For Irisviel, it was good that the exorcist seemed confused.
The opponent clearly underestimated her, and his carelessness was her chance for victory. Perhaps he knew the specialty behind Einzbern magic and assumed she wasn't a combat mage.
But…
Not everything goes as people usually plan.
At that moment, a clap echoed through the forest.
"That's a fine speech…"
Along with a melancholic voice, calm and firm footsteps sounded. Irisviel recognized the voice of the Servant she had heard last night at the docks. But the next words spoken by the Servant emerging from the shadows froze Irisviel's body and soul.
"…Iri."
Irisviel trembled. No one but Kiritsugu called her by that affectionate nickname. No, the Servant's voice didn't convey affection but something far darker, more terrifying.
Kirei went on high alert. The one enemy he wanted to avoid conflict with here at the Einzbern Castle had now appeared.
"My lady! Run! Quickly!"
Maiya, suppressing her pain, shouted from the ground for Irisviel to flee.
From the dark shadows of the trees, the black-clad Servant emerged. His black robes swayed in the wind, and the moonlight from the sky illuminated him with a sacred, divine light.
Suppressing the fear in her body, Irisviel spoke with a heavy tone.
"Berserker?"
×××××
The battlefield of the Heroic Spirits had already transformed into a swamp filled with filthy mud.
Hordes upon hordes of alien demonic monsters appeared endlessly, no matter how many were slaughtered, piled into mountains of corpses, their pulverized entrails and bodily fluids mixed, kicked, and stirred by two pairs of feet, forming a chaos even more terrifying than Hell itself.
More rancid than the stench of rot, the smell of the demonic monsters' internal organs was thick as fog and filled the air, like a lethal poisonous gas. Living humans would likely die from lung corrosion just by inhaling. By now, the number of enemies felled by Saber and Lancer had already surpassed five hundred.
"…No progress after so long is a surprise beyond astonishment."
Though Lancer still showed no signs of fatigue, his murmurs were filled with bitterness. The course of the battle couldn't be determined.
Despite facing the power of two Knight-class Servants, the number of alien demons still didn't decrease, being summoned repeatedly to fill the gaps in the surrounding horde.
"It's that grimoire, Lancer. As long as his Noble Phantasm is here, this situation won't change."
"I see, so that's it."
Lancer let out a depressed sigh after hearing Saber's murmured words.
"But if we want to take the book from that weakling's hands, we have to break through this wall of minions, no matter what."
The demonic monsters clustered and approached them slowly while mockingly waving their tentacles. Perhaps these alien creatures felt no fear of death or pain. As if they believed happiness came only from slaughter, they relentlessly attacked the two Servants.
Even now, facing Saber and Lancer, Caster continued his war of attrition. If this was his strategy, it would obviously promise him victory.
The amount of Magical Energy exerted by Caster and his Noble Phantasm might very well be infinite.
"…Lancer, in this desperate moment, do you want to make a bet?"
"Though it irks me to seem like I've survived this long, playing with his minions like this won't do anything."
"Fine. I'm in, Saber."
After Lancer's prompt agreement, Saber gazed at the repulsive wall of flesh stretching toward Caster, carefully calculating its thickness and density.
This was her greatest secret skill… her intuition told her this idea was correct and worth betting everything on.
"I'll open the path. There's only one chance. Lancer, can you run with the wind?"
"Hm?… Hehe, so that's it. Easily done."
Despite Saber's cryptic words, Lancer nodded with a smile.
Though it was only once, they were enemies who fought with their lives on the line. Both had etched into their memories all the secret techniques the other used.
Even without explanation, Lancer managed to understand the abilities and intentions of the Servant Saber.
"What are you muttering about? Your last prayers, perhaps?"
Caster mocked the two Servants with calm and composed elegance. At this moment, it wasn't he who was fighting Saber and Lancer, but his Noble Phantasm, Prelati's Spellbook.
Caster was like an audience watching the battle from outside the ring. For him, insulting his opponents with elegance and composure and provoking them was enough to be considered an attack.
"Feel the terror. Feel the despair! There's a limit to the difference in numbers that brute strength can overcome. Hahaha, it's humiliating, isn't it? To be crushed and smothered by these ignoble, nameless evils! For heroes, there's nothing more humiliating than this!"
Even flooded by her opponent's gleeful scorn, Saber, emotionless and unshaken, merely wielded the sword in her right hand with a calm and resolute expression.
Those unwavering eyes were only looking at the victory that must be obtained.
"Haha, that beautiful face… now contort in agony for me, Jeanne!"
The horde of demonic monsters roared together. They advanced toward the center of the ring to kill while emitting strange, indistinguishable sounds of joy or hatred.
Now would be… the time to decide the winner.
With a loud voice, the King of Knights commanded the noble holy sword.
"Strike Air!"
In the midst of the swirling air, the resplendent golden shine gleamed.
The sheath of high-pressure air protecting the holy sword was released from the bondage of the invisible barrier… roaring like the roar of a wild dragon.
The secret sword technique that guaranteed death. It was a different way of using the Noble Phantasm, Invisible Air.
Last night, in the battle against Lancer, she released this extreme air pressure to accelerate rapidly. If launched against the enemy, it would become a tempest, a crushing hammer that would destroy entire armies.
Recklessly gathered, the demonic beasts suffered the blow with even greater force. The ultra-high-pressure storm, compressed like a solid force, crushed the demonic monsters into tiny pieces, mixing minced flesh with gravel and broken wood. It was as if a giant invisible hand swept across the entire land and opened a straight, deadly path.
In the instant they were destroyed by the air pressure, a perfect gap appeared in the ranks of the demonic monsters. The destructive power of Strike Air was countered by the many layers of demonic monsters, reduced to a strong gust of wind that only blew at the edges of Caster's cloak when it reached him.
The penetrated gap would serve as a path. However, against the density of the summoned demonic monsters, it could only count as a temporary opening that could be sealed immediately.
"What…!?"
Even so, Caster still let out a sound of shock. It wasn't just the gust of wind that penetrated the ranks.
When objects move at extreme speed through the atmosphere, they can destroy the air in front of them, leaving a vacuum behind. Naturally, this vacuum would attract the surrounding air and become a wave following the passing object. There are auto-racing techniques that allow cars to follow closely behind the lead car, using this slipstream to accelerate faster.
The air pressure resulting from the release of Saber's Invisible Air triggered a similar phenomenon. It created a vacuum behind the passing gale while simultaneously destroying the army of demonic monsters and preparing an air entry point.
Then, the one who leaped into this converging wave without hesitation was the one waiting for this attack, Lancer.
"Come… prepare yourself!"
It was an ultimate skill that required not only superhuman physique but also complete synchronization with his partner. Yet, Lancer achieved this miraculous combination by observing his enemy Saber using the secret wind sword just once.
With a leap, Lancer passed through the passage swirling with gusts of blood and flesh, like a swallow tucking its feathered wings to the side while chasing the wind. When his feet touched the ground again, he was just ten steps from Caster, with no obstructive barrier between them.
"I've got you, Caster!"
"Ahhhh!?"
The demonic monsters that turned due to their master's crisis stretched their tentacles together at Lancer's back. But Lancer didn't turn back. He swung the short spear in his left hand behind him like a windmill to cut down the pursuing attacks, while turning half his body and approaching Caster with the long spear in his right hand extended.
He was close to the killing blow. The strike of the long spear resulted only in the tip lightly cutting the surface and didn't cause a serious tear.
"Gáe Dearg!"
His growl was followed by a red stab. The spear's tip didn't touch Caster's fragile body… but the cover of the grimoire in his hand.
That was the red spear tip that once penetrated Saber's Invisible Air and nullified her magical armor.
It was a fatal Noble Phantasm killer, capable of severing all bonds of Magical Energy.
For Caster, who relied entirely on the grimoire's great power to summon demonic monsters to manipulate, it was a decisive blow equivalent to checkmate.
*Boom*
A sound like waves crashing against rocks by the seaside echoed through the forest.
The countless alien demonic monsters on the ground liquefied in the blink of an eye. The demonic monsters, originally created from the flesh and blood of sacrifices, transformed back into blood and dispersed. They lost the power to materialize the moment the Magical Energy supply from Prelati's Spellbook was cut off.
In the hands of the rapidly retreating Caster, the grimoire immediately activated its ability as a prana furnace and quickly regenerated the damaged cover. The Magical Energy was only cut off during the brief moment Gáe Dearg's blade made contact with the grimoire. The spear had no power to damage the Noble Phantasm itself. However, once canceled, the Magecraft couldn't be recovered. Even if he wanted to repeat the summoning spell, Saber's holy sword and Lancer's twin spears wouldn't give him time.
"You bastard—BASTARD bastard BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD BASTARDOOOOO!!!!"
Facing such a desperate situation, Caster's expression twisted until his eyes rolled back, and he raged while foaming at the mouth. Lancer indifferently gave the smile of a rogue he was born with.
"How was that? Now that Saber has withdrawn her left hand, this is something that can be done just by lifting the pinky finger."
But Saber wasn't in the mood to jest like Lancer.
Until the moment victory was decided, the only thing echoing in her mind were the final screams and tears of the children as they were torn apart and cruelly massacred.
"…You'd better prepare yourself, heretic."
The King of Knights murmured with a low growl of rage while raising the golden holy sword with her right hand.
The sword's tip was pointed directly at Caster.
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