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The one called the Overlord

Chapter Eight: Just another day... give or take

Guest House, The Majeau Estate, Versailles, Notre Repos, ten days later

Between their personal history which was fraught with conflict, genocide and enslavement and the natural mountain ranges, the Noircî saw to it that they had no less than four standing armies at a given moment. Three of which resided in fortresses ringing the island nation which guarded natural gaps within the mountains that could be readily used as a foothold for an invading force in the north, the southeast and the southwest. As for the fourth army, the largest of which, it resided within the capital itself where the gap was the largest, northeast from the center point of the island proper and blocked off only by the entirety of the city itself. Furthermore in their desire to keep invaders out a multitude of forts were constructed with a great many walls to further cordon off the bay and harbor from the city should the worse happen. There was one flaw however... the Noircî became complacent after so many years of comparative peace and safety.

With the assurance of three other armies and at least a messenger rushing to them in earnest there was little reason to change the ancient defenses put into place during the capital's foundation. As such the only means in and out of the city by land were three narrow bridges over the moat roughly the width of three men side-by-side. Even then in their confidence the darkened elves didn't bother updating their defenses along these points of interest till they were forced to bring in their heavy artillery as a desperate defense toward the siege engines that assailed their walls. Worse yet, even if they did lower the draw bridges to charge out and meet the Renouvelé and they in turn didn't use their weaponry on the bridge itself, there was little doubt that a troop of heavily armed and armored soldiers could hold an advancing force at bay whilst two other units armed with either bows or spellcraft pelted the defenders from the sides without challenge, especially since there was little in the way of defense for any marksmen along the walls should push come to shove; most likely an intentional act for reasons yet unknown. Regardless, forced into the defensive without the ability to meaningfully leave its walls, the army was forced to endure this disgrace and stew for as long as the camps guarding their entrances remained in place... needless to say that became a nonissue when the young master violently cut off their lifeline. Oh how Gnarl giggled at the elf-on-elf violence the second the Renouvelé routed like each one had an army of demons set upon them. He even wished he could have recorded it for posterity the second the besieged army caught wind of what had happened and promptly dropped the bridge to let loose their vengeful cavalry.

Sadly it didn't exactly keep him in a good mood however.

Having no better place to live, and as something of a reward for ending the siege upon the capital, and after some initial hesitation out of fear of being a burden, one Countess Adelia Majeau, magistrate of Chiselle, had offered the young master residence and asylum in her estate's guest house... Well, guest mansion really but who was paying attention when one was tasked with dealing with abhorrent admirers that were hard pressed to know when to quit or tone down their gratitude? At any rate this way their home away from home for now. At least until the young master cracked enough heads and looted enough places to take over or build a more grander lair that suited his tastes. Sadly of course he wasn't inclined to do so. Neither were the augres for that matter but they were their own lethargic issue; it was as if they were in a depression despite having ready access to the forges capable of housing their gigantic statures as well as the promising prospect of being commissioned to craft a legion's worth of arms in the near future! Even if they didn't get a chance to nick any materials for themselves, one would think that worshippers of a dwarf god of smithing would be roused by such a notion! But no. If they listened to anyone it was the young overlord trainee. Even then it looked more like they were simply going through the motions for courtesy's sake. For the time being they simply made themselves home at their camp which essentially guarded the front door to their new master's newfound residence that was once the guest manor belonging to the gracious elf the overlord rescued from the Renouvelé fort.

But that was hardly here nor there at the moment.

Ever since the siege was broken and the enemy camps forced into a costly retreat the leadership of the dark elves have taken to congress over their next course of action despite the obvious conclusion. In the meantime their garrison gathered and sent out expeditions to the outlying fortresses to see whether or not they suffered a likewise fate as the capital endured in recent days. Regardless of that, when the war was officially joined in full it would hardly be a surprise if the young master was roped into it all, most likely as a mercenary, not that they had much in the way of choice between his lack of both experience and notoriety in combination with their genuine need for resources. Probably another reason as to why Gnarl was in a foul mood as well. If not it would definitely be stuck down in his craw should it be brought up. With any luck it'll be the new secretary! Oh how he was waiting for such a day! He wasn't holding his breath however. Being free of that accursed hat and its cantankerous bells plus all that entailed was a boon of a lifetime on its own! Or at least being content with for the next decade or so, either or. But that was besides the point.

While thankfully the young master wasn't content with simply lounging about and basking in what praise and gifts that came his way like so many of the masters of old he was off training, bettering his magical abilities where he could with the hope of expanding his more arcane arsenal, it wasn't really enough for what was likely to come. To that end Quaver had taken it upon himself to better stack the deck in the overlord's favor ever since most of the countess' staff had essentially taken it upon themselves to head off would be admirers at the gate as of late. Beyond that the augre camp inadvertently further dissuaded the more vigorous and sneaky of fans. Last but not least the minions acted as the final defense to the borderline crazed if they had made it that far, thankfully though none had so far, thus negating his more civil duties in comparison to Gnarl... who was sulking like a baby. But again that was besides the point. At any rate the minion had taken to reading almost everything he could get his claws on that could favor the young overlord at the meeting table to come. What few spell books, two really, had been set aside for the master's perusal for whatever worth they may hold considering only the Blue Minions could use magic; for better or worse only a select few ever bothered to expand beyond their more innate abilities. Whatever maps concerning the island of Notre Repos had been had been coalesced and expanded upon in size to the greatest detail he could manage on the largest sheet of parchment he could scrounge up. As for books regarding the local fauna and natives he had dedicated an entire moderately sized tower of paperwork towards the note-taking for whatever perceivable benefit it could bring. It was of course during this act that he unwittingly stumbled upon an idea that would surely weigh in Naruto's favor if push came to shove:

They needed an army.

While minions were the backbone to any enterprising overlord's operations from manual labor to waging outright war on others and found them to be a success, they weren't enough. No, the truly awesome overlords whose name would be immortalized into history in hushed whispers had a diversified army to do their bidding! Hell! They themselves, Gnarl and himself, found evidence of old factions once aligned with the previous masters still carrying the corresponding Overlord's colors amongst other things during their travels! Well, there was also some evidence they, some factions at least, may have ran off with some of that overlord's belongings too after their demise but, again, that was besides the point! The augres themselves seem to recognize Naruto out of old loyalties, fuzzy as that was! And there in came the first step toward bolstering the young master's significance and leverage: a recruitment drive! The question of how though remained.

From what he had gathered it seemed that these augres had been on the island for some time, even before the elves came and settled upon the island's shores. While questions of how they recognized an overlord were floating about, augres weren't unique to this island alone, much like humans and dwarves in that regard in that they were found almost anywhere where one can and cannot expect it. The same could be said for refugees in fact whenever push came to shove. Regardless however augres, being augres, tended to keep to themselves until they had one reason or another to leave their settlements, typically in search of new materials or, more often than not, go hunting... Needless to say this had brought them into some conflict with their new neighbors in their early days of settlement. It was hard not to when a once bountiful supply of meat had to be shared by two parties, starving the both of them before long. At any rate however despite their troubled history a laissez-faire policy had seemingly taken place once the first of the crops began to bear their harvest, reducing the need for hunters among the dark elves and in turn leaving more game for the augres to devour on their own accord. Since then they largely left each other alone, barring the occasional skirmish over resources like iron of course. But that was another matter. What really mattered was the fact that the elves managed to track the augres to their reclusive stronghold in the heart of a dormant volcano. A volcano which, if he was following the path their master had traversed to reach Versailles, was roughly a day's walk from the camp where they found the batch that now accompanied them... which might explain their depression...

But it was a start! Even if by some chance he didn't get an augre army in that the previous residents were... forcibly evicted and enslaved if the intent was read correctly at the camp, or else murdered, depending on the damage the young master would either have himself a new and proper lair all to himself or at least an impressive armory to raid! There was no way he could lose! Well, give or take a few factors out of their control but they didn't matter at the moment.

With newfound vigor the minion grabbed what evidence he could use to support his case and dashed out the door with an eager grin splitting his lips.

XVX

Meanwhile, The House of Parliament, The Eclipse Palace

A surprising many were objecting to what amounted to a civil war. True they were their kin once upon a time but that may as well been an age ago for anyone who truly cared. Their time in Bordeaux however changed them for the worse both in body and mind, twisting them and turning them into something... disgustingly familiar to those old enough to remember the Wandering, their forced nomadic meanderings. As such they were all in some way glad that the Renouvelé seceded from their parentage, turning the strange dome of ancient make into a city-state which they could never leave. Their prison forevermore... or so they thought.

Trade with them was minimal throughout the years, more out of pity than anything else to ensure they didn't starve to death. What farms they managed, vineyards primarily for the sake of trade, were barely more than a quarter of a mile in length from the nearest relevant entrance out of the dome. They found and buried more than a few unburied corpses beyond this perceived limit in a vain effort to expand them. It was all the more pitying to see the township once built around the mysterious archaic site of an unknown purpose had long since been abandoned and left to crumble away in its neglect. As such it was quite the surprise when rumors and reports of them wearing 'strange garments' fitted with tanks on their backs left the dome for days on end without dying began to mill about in more recent months... if it only it helped serve to warn them of such wanton aggression however.

Regardless, thankfully it wasn't out of pity these councilors and officials were trying to stall the deployment of the armies whilst a new one was being marshaled with due haste. It was out of old fears, the ones drove them to create the forts; to go out of their way to ensure they had a multitude of armies even in peacetime. There was already talk that the Almia Empire's navy to the north was skirting around the perimeter once again, hunting for an opening their ancestors, both the Almians and Noircîan respectively, had missed despite generations of searching. Even they didn't it wouldn't be the first invasion upon the shores of Notre Repos. As such it was enough to stall the process enough to give the empress and even the more enraged members pause before declaring even an emergency deployment of the capital's standing garrison despite the evidence presented thus far. Not even the testimonies of those who survived the sacking of Chiselle and others sharing a similar fate was able to dissuade her or the holdouts from waiting for the first of the new regiments to be filled. If there was to be any hope of swift retribution upon these unprovoked hostilities and tragedies then it laid with the scouts sent out to ascertain the fate of the outlying fortresses and the townships they stood guard over. The first of which should be returning by the end of the week if they were forced to be careful. Even so it still chaffed her.

Having long since said her piece and having endured more than enough prattle the countess excused herself from her balcony which overlooked the podium and chamber below with the aid of one of her servants given her... condition. Another circumstance of which that only added to her worsening mood as of late despite the well meaning condolences of both friend and passersby knowing of her tale.

"Adelia?" a familiar voice to her uttered.

In perfect unison she and her servant came to an abrupt stop. A moment later she let go of the uplifted hand that acted as her means of guidance through the halls and the crowds should they appear and turned in the direction of the voice. "Yes? How may I help you?" she patiently greeted as she reigned in her slowly unwinding tension lest it caused an incident of sorts.

"It's me, Adelia," the voice murmured once more in an almost worn manner. Barely a moment later her brows rose up in surprise as her... 'eyes' widened beneath the silken band she covered them with as of late since returning to the capital.

"I'm sorry my friend," she murmured as she bowed to him.

Her newfound companion simply offered a soft chuckle as he almost silently padded over, reached out and very carefully placed a hand on her shoulder. Despite her familiarity with him she still tensed however, causing one Baron Laurs to contritely withdraw his hand. "I'm sorry..."

"No. It's not your fault my friend," she offered as she straightened herself and did her best to resist brushing at the spot his hand touched in a bid to wipe every memory that sullied her... "I haven't quite... recovered yet."

"Still, I'm sorry," he reiterated, earning a worn smile from the countess in return.

"So I take it you're... 'tired' of today's proceedings?" he offered in a quick attempt to shift away from the awkwardness of the moment. Despite its transparency it was appreciated all the same.

"Yes, you could say that."

A half dry scoff escaped the baron. "I cannot blame you in the least," he sighed. "If it's any consolation..." He paused. Soon enough she heard with strained ears that he was padding closer to her. Though sightless, she wasn't without enough sense to at least suspect he was leaning close to her ear as possible without deliberately invading her personal space beyond the act. Sadly, while she knew him, it did little to ease to distress... "As I understand it a number of the other nobles have been forming their own militias out of their personal security and the enraged populace who didn't quite make the cut to join the army. If the rumors are to be believed then a number of them are quite worried about their more distant relatives since your testimony of Chiselle when their own dispatched messengers haven't returned. As for the militia, who knows. There's a good chance they have families in the towns beyond the walls as well at least."

As he drew away she did little to repress something of a at least partially vindicated smirk from twitching her lips. "You're right, it is a bit of a consolation to say the least. But I must say, one would think it was something of a prohibited nature that you were discussing in my ear," she offered with a good natured grin. At this the baron lightly chortled in return.

"Well, I would imagine the guards wouldn't allow a barely armed and organized mob wage war on a military force on their own accord in good conscience should they learn of it." They shared a brief laugh before Baron Laurs spoke up. "That actually reminds me..."

The way he paused brought a curious hum from Adelia's lips.

"You said that... human child who is staying with you. This... overlord was it? That he essentially raided not only the—"

"No."

Though she couldn't see him she knew well that she caught him flat footed with his mouth agape in surprise. Had it been any other topic she may have even enjoyed it.

"But Adeia!"

"I will not convince him to fight on our behalf," she countered, her brow furrowing in a glower.

"Just hear me out my friend. I mean, after all, he has those giants with him! We both know they never followed anyone before so he must have some sort of command over them. You and I know those brutes can easily crush an elf by simply stepping on them! And I think we can both agree that the people would sleep a little easier at night knowing they're feasting on blue colored flesh rather than our people's flesh should push come to shove."

Adelia however refused to yield. "I said no."

"Even if it means curbing the losses before the army is officially deployed? Hell, to make their jobs easier if this overlord could punch a gaping hole in the traitors' defenses? To cripple their offensive maneuvers if given a chance?"

She hesitated for but a moment before answering him. "As I have said before, no. Furthermore, just to warn you, I will not stand idly by should I learn that someone is manipulating him into becoming some form of buffer for the army when it is deployed."

Her friend didn't say anything for a time. In fact the hallway was so silent, barring the occasional dulled outburst from the parliamentary chamber from the nearest set of doorways to the balconies of which, that she almost feared that he had left her there if she hadn't reminded herself of the servant whom stood by her side, waiting patiently to guide her back to her awaiting carriage outside. Even with that reassurance she was still relieved when Baron Laurs finally spoke up once more. "I apologize. I didn't mean to upset you."

She nodded in acknowledgement yet remained silent.

"But if I may, let me remind you that he was the one who broke the siege on the capital. He also has command over a tribe of gremlins as well as a sect of augres. It won't be long before others are reminded of these facts Adelia. Seeing as he is living within your estate you can mitigate the amount of petitioners who come calling. But, given your position, if the High Court, the Empress, sends forth a representative to parley with him?"

She didn't answer him. Not directly at least. She didn't pretend in the least that her hands didn't come together to better hide and resist curling them up into a fist.

"Adelia," he said rather quietly, solemnly, to the point it snapped her out of her frustration for but a moment. "I can understand that you feel indebted to him, or that perhaps he's too young and as such innocent of what anyone may ask of him beyond the acts he already committed that we know of at least... but aren't you being a little too protective of him?"

Her lips curl as she fought to maintain a neutral frown.

"... Adelia..."

She took a deep breath through her nose as quietly as she could to maintain her dignity. "As I see it he deserves some form of compensation for not only the rescue of the citizenry of Chiselle, those abducted from the villages near which whom been rescued during our travels to Versailles, and Versailles itself. If it means he has a proper place to rest outside of a shack in a cave, proper meals, tutoring and insurance that he isn't bothered then I am all too happy to oblige his requests."

"... did he even ask for any of that?"

Her lips remained sealed. They only pinched tighter when he softly sighed a sigh of exasperation.

"Adelia... unless he somehow snuck into Notre Repos there is only one place that he most likely came from... Adelia, he probably has a mother waiting for him in Free Port where Château Chêne stands watch."

Her hands gripped themselves as tightly as they could in lieu of... anger? Jealousy? Embarrassment? Vexation for sure, she was mature enough to admit as much solely to herself. Regardless, she did her best to hide her weary sigh as she tried to not let the logic of the argument get to her. As such she bowed to him and murmured "it's been pleasant talking to you, my friend" before taking the gloved hand of her servant whom guided her away from the hall before she did or said something she would regret.

Despite this precaution however, much to her distaste, his words of caution haunted her more than she would've liked whilst her thoughts turned to the messengers whom were to return... She gripped the gloved patient hand harder as she did her damndest not to let the shadow image of a village and a human woman creeping into her mind against her will get to her.

XVX

The Majeau Estate

While the more rational part was chastising him for it... he was feeling kind of awesome as he surveyed the assorted nine browns, six reds and two augres he managed to scrounge up for his little expedition. Just days ago he inadvertently saved an entire village's populace and then some from the clutches of sadistic enslaving bullies, escorted said villagers all the way back to their capital and dismantled a siege on said city without really intending to do any of which (barring the escort of course). It wasn't until this moment that he realized that, with some prior idle rumination, this was almost exactly the sort of things he wanted to do as a shinobi! Hell, he was gaining genuine and good recognition from it all! It was almost scary really, the adoring fans; a few trips into the city proper by himself as himself were enough keep him from wondering as to why there were always guards patrolling along the countess' fences nowadays. On another note it also made him consider banning the jester position seeing that Quaver, despite his supposedly many years as the jester, was happily tossing the new jester into the... mess left by Naruto that one time he escaped a mob intent on force feeding him whatever constituted as tasty. He must have ate something particularly bad during that frenzy...

But that wasn't really the point...

Mere weeks ago he sat at a desk quietly learning what he could when he could, trained by himself till blood replaced his sweat and spent many a night laying awake in his bed as he dreamed about becoming the Hokage throughout it all; he dreamed of a day where those cold glares and snide remarks were washed away by the sheer vindication of being someone who was both acknowledged and respected in a village that taken great lengths to shun him daily and humiliate him where they could. When that night happened however he felt that hope lost, and the offer, dubious as it was, was the closest thing he had to a purpose considering he very well may be an enemy to Konoha now... Now though, after considering what he had done and eying the potential of what he could do, especially with coveted rewards such as these? Maybe he didn't need to be a village leader to prove himself to the world after all.

Satisfied with his musings and inspection he finally turned around and made for the estate's primary gate, the means closest to any of the city's gates whilst his respectively giggling and somber horde dutifully followed him. He stopped however a few steps into his newfound journey when he idly glanced over to the virtual palace that was his neighbor's home. "Oh that's right," he mumbled to himself with a frown hidden away by his scarf. "Quaver?"

"Yes sire?" the minion chirped from his side after having been stopped from waving them goodbye by the young master's call.

"Would you please," he started as he lifted his arm to point at the house, "let Auntie know I'm going to be gone for awhile?"

"Yes sire!" Quaver saluted. He then turned to scamper off to the castle of a home only to halt much like the overlord before him as something caught his attention. "Or, if I may be so bold, master, you could tell her yourself," he half murmured as he pointed in the direction of the gate Naruto was heading to. In his curiosity Naruto turned to look at the gate only to flick over to a moving object, a carriage bearing familiar heraldry, strolling to the gate from the other side.

"Huh... she's back early."

"Indeed," Quaver simply agreed. "Do you still wish for me to tell her?" he asked.

"Nah, I'll do it."

"Very well then! I shall see to it that no one sets the house on fire while you are gone then sire whilst I add the finishing touches to your latest ballad worthy exploits!" And with that Quaver excused himself to pad his way back to Naruto's latest abode. In the meantime Naruto made for the stone pathway that lead from the gate to the primary residence with his small army in tow. Once he was close enough to the paved road he waved the carriage down though it didn't seem like he needed to in hindsight. Even from a distance he was barely able to make out that the carriage was canting to the side, bringing it as close as it could to the edge without depositing its passengers onto the grass beyond the first step out of it. Even so Naruto couldn't help but doubt the countess would've mind that in the least with the way she practically scrambled out of the carriage the second it stopped, leaving behind a mildly disgruntled butler behind in the carriage for but a moment before he could step out. By then however the countess was out on the grass, her head on a swivel in search for Naruto despite... Naruto couldn't help but grimace.

"Hi Auntie!" he announced loudly with a wave... That same hand soon came to smack his own face in frustration and self reprimand. Regardless of his embarrassment however a pair of slender arms came to wrap around him in a warm embrace before he knew it, followed closely by a soft chuckle.

"It's quite alright dear," Adelia softly breathed like a loving parent... It sent a rather unfamiliar jab into his heart as he considered what he was to tell her soon. In the meantime she drew back, her hold loosening for her to do so without letting go, so she could gently smile down at him. "So am I to assume you're taking an armed escort for a trip into the city?" she giggled. "I'd be more than happy to arrange such an escort from my own staff. They might be better received after all," she said as she 'looked' to her right. Eyes or no it was obvious she was practically glaring at the guest house behind her home.

"Oh Screw You!" Gnarl bit out for what it was worth from the safety of the Tower Heart's room.

Quaver was alright, that much was easily discernible for the young overlord. The minions were a tad less hospitable but acceptable, assuming they weren't wrecking things for the fun of it. Gnarl however... was the reason they lived in the guest house in the first place despite the countess' offer to house them all proper in her castle-like home. It was almost like a tug-of-war between them till Naruto decided he was better off in the guest house to keep the collateral damage down! She only had so many tapestries and furniture he could set on fire or destroy respectively by accident without feeling guilty after all!

"No, it's alright," Naruto said as he fought an exasperated sigh. "I'm actually heading out to... uh..."

"Ogre's Mount," Quaver helpfully supplied.

"Hm? What? What's this about?" Gnarl questioned. Even though he was but a voice in Naruto's head at the moment his curious glare was palpable.

"Ogre's Mount," Naruto supplemented as he more or less ignored the minions as they talked amongst themselves by the Tower Heart. He couldn't help but regret it later as the countess froze, her face twisted in petrified horror for one nerve wracking moment spanning into an eternity, her hold of him tightening all the while as the color drained from her face. Then, with some of her color returning, she shakily smiled at him.

"W-why would you want to visit such a..." She paused and bit her lip to buy herself a moment to collect herself. "... those ogres—

"Augres," both Gnarl and Quaver corrected, the former more vehement and growling than the other, not that they were heard by her in the slightest.

"—aren't known to be particularly hospitable toward anyone," she amended with a smile he often seen on the old man's face whenever he asked him the more difficult questions regarding Naruto's personal life.

"Quaver kind of told me that," Naruto admitted a tad sheepishly before turning over to look over at the silent augres watching over the scene with only dull fascination at best. And even though she couldn't see he couldn't help but notice her hand was along her shoulder and arm most relevant to the pair. With that same arm he pointed toward them as his mind worked out the least guilt inducing line he could think of. "But don't you think they deserve to know what happened to their home?" He did his best not to flinch in response to her own more contrite flinching.

"... they were in that containment camp, correct?" she asked rather quietly, her fingers gently yet tensely clenching and unclenching through the padding of his garments.

"Yes..."

She quietly sighed and eased her hold of him. "Just try to be careful, alright?" she murmured to him with a worn smile.

With a smile of his own he nodded. "Right!"

With her worn smile in place Adelia hugged him to her once more before letting go and standing up. During which however Gnarl groaned aloud only to be promptly ignored by the overlord he served under. Regardless, with a promise to come back he dashed off before he could make the moment awkward for the both of them. As he turned to give her one final glance and a wave, which he stopped himself, he couldn't help but smirk as he caught her waving in his direction whilst the minions and the augres dutifully followed him. It brought a smile to his lips followed closely by a good natured chuckle...

That robbed him of his spatial awareness.

"OOFF!"

Do to having his head turned he was completely unaware of the stone post that made up one side of the otherwise iron gateway and was stunned for it. Next thing he knew he was on his back, the world spinning as his minions, the augres and a worried elf crowded his distorted field of vision. As this happened the countess continued to wave at Naruto without being any the wiser till the butler, his cheeks darkened in embarrassment, whispered the events into her ear.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" she screamed as she hiked up her dress and desperately dashed in the overlord's direction with the butler hot on her heels to keep her from veering off in the wrong direction. Being unaware of this himself and not trusting himself not to sound as wobbly as his slowly correcting vision, Naruto thrust up his arm up, his thumb as high as it could be in an effort to declare his wellbeing to the world.

"... Quaver, do we have any more of that crap those pointy eared bastards pass off as alcohol."

"You drank the last of it last night I'm afraid," Quaver 'apologetically' replied.

"... we can't get out of here soon enough Quaver. We can't get out of here soon enough."

A/N: Sorry for being late for this month's (July 2018's) post! It was a month of overbearing heat, attempting to survive said heat and customers, lethargy from trying to recover most days while attempting to write this, mild writer's block... and playing videogames.Yeah.

At any rate I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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