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Intro. The sun was setting behind the towers of Valerion, turning the sky a blood red. In the taverns, people toasted the "Chosen of the Dawn", the elite group formed by the King to march against the Demon King. They were the idols: Leon, the Golden Hero; Elizabeth, the jewel of the Elves; Rose, the pride of the Demi-humans. Nobody talked about the fifth member. One who, at the age of 12, awoke not with the golden glow of a paladin, but with the mark of a [Phantom Blade]. While the group enjoyed banquets and expensive wine, [Protagonist's Name] was in the back courtyard. His hands were calloused, not only from practicing a thousand cuts per second, but from balancing the account books that Leon ignored and making sure the group had something to eat. He was the invisible gear that kept the clock from breaking. But in Aethelgard, usefulness is forgotten when vanity enters the picture. The group did not see an ally; I saw a constant reminder that their "perfection" needed a dirty ""

The Group of Heroes that expelled you

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