A pleasant day to you all and welcome to chapter 2. I apologise if I posted this chapter later than I promised, but I can promise you that there will be a chapter 3—eventually. Anyways, for the family name of 'Salafi,' I was not aware of it being a religious movement, and I wished to inform everyone that the name of my OCs have no relation to that.

It took a whole hour into the flight before I realised that I had not contacted the Field Base Operator of Fuyuki Airport. Though as a result of the Holy Grail War there were magi who could assign me a parking space even if I was already in the middle of flight.

It took one million pounds to do it, but that was chump change.

Drinking chilled wine directly from the bottle, I read through my magic crest for any long range communication spells that could have acted as a substitute for my phone. I searched through it diligently, but there was none.

I had learned a telepathic spell back when I was thirty-two years old but its range was limited. I was one thousand three hundred and thirty five kilometres away from their manor. The spell only had a range of one hundred metres.

"Just my luck," I grumbled as I took a few gulps of the wine, drinking it like it was cheap beer. I tried my best to remain positive, even thinking of the first time I met Alaric's daughter. Funny how not being able to contact a man made me think of his daughter instead.

Lorelei was drop dead gorgeous, that I had to admit. She was polite too, if a bit standoffish at times, but I could tell that Alaric had done a good job raising her. At least when it came to raising her to be the Barthomeloi head.

But for all of her good qualities, she was also scary: her wind based magecraft outclassed mine despite the fact that it was my strongest element. She trumped me—someone decades older than her—at my best magecraft. It was as if I was a fully grown gorilla and I saw a human toddler being stronger than me.

Honestly, had I been willing to share information regarding the impossible-to-fulfil requirements of preparing the path to reach Akasha, I wouldn't have doubted that she would have fulfilled said requirements.

Wait, what was I thinking of again? Happy thoughts? How did my memories of Barthomeloi Lorelei constitute as happy thoughts?

"Ha…" I sighed as I raised the bottle of wine again up to my lips, but the pleasant tasting liquid never came. I opened my eyes to realise that I had emptied it. "That was my second one," I said, putting the empty bottle down the floor. At this rate, I would exhaust all of the wine in the jet before I even reached halfway.

Being the restocker did not excuse my tendency to drink wine for no reason at all. It was as if it was written inside my blood, telling me 'Go on, commit to your dreams as the world's largest drunkard.' Considering the amount of wine I had drunk within the span of fifty minutes, I supposed that I was doing a great job at following my intrusive thoughts.

At this point, I was bored more than anything. I had spent the last two hours worrying about him, and to be honest I spent an hour too long doing so. Stressing over Kayneth right now was going to ruin my chances of actually helping him. I had all the time in the world to mourn his death had he actually died. No, what I needed was rest.

I still had approximately six hours until I reached Fuyuki, and that was five hours of sleep—the last hour was going to be spent on landing preparations. And yes, I knew that sleeping as the pilot seemed like the best way of crashing down, but that was a concern that only normal planes had.

Using my magic circuits as a timer, I laid down on a seat in the passenger's cabin nearest to the cockpit and shut my eyes.

Mother loved us. We all knew that fact, but she rarely showed up in our lives, only coming when there was an occasion. I never really understood why she interacted with us so rarely, initially.

But it only made sense roughly as four years ago I learned the ability to sense killing intent. It wasn't the most effective ability at the time, only being able to sense as the source of intent was attacking.

It was Rami's birthday at the time, and everything seemed normal. We were all conversing in the banquet hall, waiting for everyone to arrive. Mother arrived an hour later than everyone else. The fourth generation of the main family—my siblings—went over to her and hugged her, but I stayed clear.

She had the sweetest expression as she greeted them all, but I flinched when she looked at me. In everyone else's eyes she was looking at her son, but in my own eyes I saw her gaze as predatory; she was a wolf looking at sheep.

Her unmistakable murderous intent filled the room as she smiled, surpassing anything that I had ever seen. It emanated with such fury that it seemed like she was just moments from brutally killing her own children. The smile she showed us—the one that made me wish to run away—had been the same smile that she had shown since I was still a toddler.

But despite all of that, I knew that she loved us. No, the mere fact that she could face most of us and keep it from showing assured me that she loved us. At least, that was how I interpreted it. She may have just been playing pretend for all I knew; that motherly look to her a simple facade to hide away her hate.

It was why I was going to talk to her the moment I assisted Kayneth. Even if he minded, I would be visiting my mother's village in the northeast of the Tochigi prefecture in Misaki Town—the lands of the Aozaki.

I supposed that it was time to wake up. My magic circuits were primed to do so in five minutes anyway. Using my magic circuits as a clock, I discovered that it was four twenty six in the morning within the United Kingdom's time zone; it was just noon in Japan. I had just realised that I was dreaming, and since it was only twenty minutes before my circuits woke me up, I chose to wake up immediately instead.

I raised my eyelids to the sight of a bright, sunny sky, the interior of the jet lit by a noon sky.. Five hours of sleep wasn't much but that was fine. I groggily plopped down from my seat and crawled over to the cockpit, and it took ten minutes to do just that, but that was also fine.

"Thank you for buying from Asagami's car dealership," the salesperson said as I drove off, merrily waving me goodbye. I had placed the papers in the glove compartment. I was unable to access public transport as I arrived with little to no preparation so I bought a car.

But for now though, I was going to have to go to Fuyuki's church and ask the overseer regarding Kayneth's status. It was two in the afternoon so there wasn't much traffic and I reached my destination quickly.

Driving up a snaking road uphill, I parked my car beside the road near a graveyard. It would have been a perfect hideout for a necromancer had it not been its proximity to the church. I entered through the courtyard, calmly observing the surroundings. The church was actually quite lovely.

I observed quite a substantial amount of people praying once I reached the nave. In the very front was the priest, praying away, his grey hair showing off his age. In truth, he had noticed me the moment I entered.

I sat myself down as I waited for everyone else to be finished with their prayers and leave.

The priest stood up and walked up to the front and faced me. "Will you not pray?" he asked. "If you came to the church just to sit around, then I kindly ask you to leave."

"I am Saif Ibn Salim Salafi, Father," I politely introduced myself to him. "I am Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald's friend; he is a participant in the Fuyuki holy grail ritual."

"I am aware of Kayneth," he spoke plainly. "What of it?"

There was no reason to beat around the bush. "I wanted to ask about his current status. Just a confirmation if he is dead or not."

The old priest sighed. "He lives. Why do you ask?" It was obvious that the priest wasn't feeling great, appearing to be quite annoyed.

He answered my questions, so it was only fair to answer his questions back. "I've been informed that he faces an arduous situation—I wish to assist him, Father," I replied just as I was about to head out.

"Will you disrupt the ritual?" he asked gruffly.

"If I have to," I answered. "But worry not, the Ghost Liners will kill me if I prove to be a disruption, so I won't do anything drastic. Have a great day, Father." And with that, I was able to rest easy knowing that he was not dead, yet.

He was likely hidden away by a bounded field in a hideout somewhere. What I needed to know now was where its location was.

Kayneth had once said that he would take residence in a hotel at the heart of the city on its highest floor. Considering his affluent nature, he was referring to the one that I had come across as I was driving around Fuyuki; and considering that I saw its top floor, I knew he wasn't there.

"I should search for abandoned buildings," I ruminated. It was the most natural course of action for a magi.

And so I drove up to an abandoned school, a staple in Japan. Or that maybe that was only the case for the countryside. There was a feeling of dread coursing through me the moment I exited the car. As unlikely as it was, this could have been it.

Bounded fields were usually constructed with the ability to induce negative emotions in order to subconsciously prevent others from invading. It could also seed suggestions within the trespasser, making excuses not to go further inside.

I observed some insects laid about on the fields outside as I walked into the decaying school. My footsteps echoed as I walked around, looking through one room after another.

From further inside, there was a scuttling that reverberated throughout the corridors. Moving through the doorways of a specific classroom, I saw a gathering of insects infesting one side of the room, their foul stench reaching up my nostrils.

I sighed as I realised that Kayneth would never have hidden here; he would have sought a hideout where no one dared to go, sure, but I was more than sure that he was not the type to let himself rest where insects infested.

I would have laughed at him had he done that.

Still, it was best to skim through the school just in case. Resting my hand on the wall, one of my circuits burst to life. "Temper." I looked through every nook and cranny, my magical energy dissipating through the walls providing me a tactile form of psychometry. Just as I had expected, there was nothing.

From out in the hall, a disgusting voice entered my ears. "So you were a magus," it voiced out. "What are you doing here, in the Heaven's Feel ritual?" it asked from the shadows.

The filthy bugs from within the room then began to crawl towards me. It was disgusting looking at them moving around, and so I ignored the bugs walking over to me for my own sanity and calmly walked out of the room.

"I'm not required to answer you," I said, looking out into the rotten corridor. In the middle of it, an old man stood; he had creepy countenance to him, his bald head making him look like a disfigured cue ball—even worse, his face was the ugliest thing I had ever laid my eyes upon. "Tell me, who are you?"

The man grinned as buzzing insects congregated beside him. "Answer my questions first, magus. Besides, if you're asking for my identity, then it is only polite to share yours as well."

As disgusting as the man looked, he had a point.

I closed my eyes in order to avoid having to see him. "I am Saif Ibn Salim Salafi. Here to assist a Master named Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald," I said, reluctantly opening my eyes. Looking at him felt like suffering. "So, will you tell me your name?"

The old man grinned widely. "Matou Zouken," he answered. "A pleasure to meet you, Salafi."

There was a rotten stench from beside me, followed by more insects crawling all over the walls. "I can't exactly say that I feel the same," I remarked. "But still, do you have anything that you desire from me?"

"I was just interested in your appearance," he said, and I felt confused. "My son is hunting down someone who looks exactly like you. I wished to warn you of Berserker, should he ever find you." He began to laugh, and with the vacancy of humanity in his white pupils, his eyes narrowed with his sadistic glee.

"Your attempts of intimidation are ineffective, Matou." I crossed my arms. "Do you wish to die?" I asked, activating my magic circuits.

The old man walked a few steps closer. "As I said, I'm warning you. And I doubt that you could ever hope to kill me." The moment he finished talking, his bugs began to surround me, some gnawing through the walls and ceilings and crawling around to move closer to me.

I looked at him, unimpressed, unconcerned: what was there to fear from a man who had to rely on insects? Besides, I knew that he was only provoking me; I could tell that he had no desire to die.

I sighed as I walked through his bugs. "I suppose that I should thank you for the warning, Zouken. Unfortunately, I'm quite busy and I would rather you don't talk to me ever again." His familiars did not budge, and instead they stayed where they were as I went back to the outside of the dilapidated school.

I drove off to look for the next place where Kayneth could have been. On the reflection of the rear view window was a swarm of insects that fanned out. Likely Matou Zouken.

From what he said, a Servant was looking for someone who looked like me—whatever that meant. That was a curious discovery, if what he had said was the truth.

It was currently four thirty in the afternoon, nearing sundown, so the Masters were going to become far more active in the coming hours.

I originally planned to merely look around and observe anywhere that had an expulsion of magical energy, but the sheer threat of some lunatic coming up to me with their Berserker and have it attack me like an overqualified and oversized attack dog was quite scary.

There were a few abandoned areas within Shinto—the part of Fuyuki I was currently in—which were also close to Kayneth's original hotel so I was far from losing hope. I just hoped that I wasn't fortunate enough to intrude on a magus that wasn't the person I was actively attempting to assist.

Though, nightfall had its benefits as well. I was able to completely forgo the need of traversing with a car now that there were fewer people to spot me as I hopped over houses and trees.

I came across an abandoned clinic hidden behind trees, reclaimed by nature. How fortunate that I had less area that I needed to look through. Furthermore, I preferred avoiding the situation that happened a while ago, so I just analysed the whole building.

Aside from learning that it was abandoned approximately twenty six years ago, there was quite literally nothing helpful. In fact, in my attempts to make things more convenient, I had literally gone to the edge of Fuyuki, where there was nothing but forestry.

To be honest, I had no idea why I was complaining; it wasn't bad at all. The abysmal chances of random stragglers being here meant that I could finally avoid the constraints of following roads. And so I left my car there besides the woods as I just ran around looking through more abandoned sites.

It wasn't until I came across an abandoned factory that things became interesting. Not only was it far less dilapidated than every other place that I visited, but the size of it was great for security.

Despite the good signs though I was feeling hopeless—lazy—especially since my search was proving to be absolutely fruitless. When I forced myself—an analogy: attempting to get out of bed when it felt perfect—to search around, I realised that I wasn't the type to be lazy.

I knew it: I was being given suggestions by a bounded field. Excited, I took my dagger from its sheath and reinforced it along with my body before analysing the entire building through a nearby wall.

Unsurprisingly enough, there was a magic circle drawn out on the second floor, and there was someone across the building from where I was; they were resting on what seemed to be a hospital bed.

Caution at the forefront of my mind, I slowly walked over to where that person was. Leaping up to the floor where he was at, I conjured a spell that made my voice enunciate throughout the whole air in order to properly greet them. "Salutations, I am looking for a friend."

From what I could make out in the darkness, there was an injury-riddled man with blonde hair, who struggled to sit up. "Who is there?!" he asked, despite the terror laced within their voice I could hear a bout of weakness as well. "Arch—" he voiced out. "No, Saif?"

That confirmed it. Despite the denial that I felt as I looked at what seemed like an ill patient, with intravenous fluids running down through their veins and the bandage wrapped around their head and bleeding chest—suggesting some kind of head trauma and a puncture wound—that voice was definitely Kayneth's.

There was only a feeling of coldness in my stare as he looked at me with his fearful eyes. "What happened to you?" I asked, my voice blank. His mouth pursed as his face melted in shame. I placed my finger onto his forehead as I asked again. "...What happened to you?"

Kayneth sniffled. Then he looked away. "I—" he tried to speak. But the words in his throat just wouldn't come out, as if he found himself unworthy to even say a thing. What had happened for the man that I thought to be my equal in magecraft to become this pathetic, sobbing mess?

I found out why once I analysed his body. Kayneth's magic circuits, numerous in number and remarkable in quality, were a jumbled mess; the same happened for his nerves—except for the ones in his upper body and arms.

His magic crest, the one he told me that he would pass down to his children, wasn't left untouched. From what I remembered from its pattern, everything was wrong. There were nine generations of magical studies poured into it, and from what I could observe, a majority of it was unsalvageable.

'What if I told him not to join the war?' I asked myself as I looked at Kayneth's sad appearance. There wasn't much that I could do to comfort him. I healed his broken fingers. "Your magic ci—"

"I KNOW!" he erupted, his voice reverberating throughout the surrounding area. "I… know that everything has come undone, but—" the sad man's utterances came to my ears. "I will be able to fix everything… Should I win the war." With great effort, he stood up. "Saif, help me win the war! Together with Lancer and Sola-ui, we have a chance of winning!"

I looked out to the empty field just below us, shutting myself off of his begging. It was then that I felt an extreme mass of magical energy approaching.

My eyes veered off to the left side and my body tensed up as I felt a surge of magical energy rush over to our location, approximately two hundred and fifty metres away. There was an intense killing intent in the direction that the magical energy came from. It took me a fraction of a second to reinforce myself with magical energy before a glint of light flashed in the corners of my eyes and—

The air roared as I brandished my dagger. It took less than the blink of an eye before I raised my blade to block a sharp, red thrust that came my way. I felt my arms tremble with pain as I absorbed the impact of the blow.

"Khh—!" I grunted, but before I could even process what had just happened, an onslaught of seven strikes sought to kill me. The darkened room was illuminated as a shower of sparks dispersed through the air, a result from my successful attempts of defence.

The first strike was a raging thrust to the heart. Deflected.

The second was a downward slash capable of bisecting my torso. Narrowly blocked.

The third and forth were diagonal slashes. Both evaded with a backwards step.

The fifth strike was more delayed, the monster casually taking three steps before I could even finish my second and kicked me away, its swing so fast and powerful that the deafening sound of a sonic boom pierced my ears.

"Ahhh…" My clothes took the brunt of the damage, and had I not worn it, my spine would have been crushed. Thankfully, it gave me some distance from them so I was able to fire off jets of wind.

They dashed through it like it didn't exist and swung their spear to my neck, a clean swing that would decapitate me if I did nothing. I narrowly ducked under it.

As for their last hit, they brought one of their knees up to my chin. My arms blocked it but I was sent through the ceiling and pieces of rubble flew with me as. He had kicked me with such speed that the sound of the ceiling crumbling hadn't even reached my ears yet.

That exchange happened in less than two seconds, and as I watched the roof of the factory move farther away from me—as I watched myself be flung higher and higher into the air—Kayneth violently yelled out, "Lancer, what are you doing? Stop this instant!"

"But Lord, that man is Archer!" a calming yet panicked voice responded.

"Use your eyes! Can't you see that he is different?" he shrieked out with the fury of… an angry Kayneth.

My gaze clashed with Lancer's, glaring into his orange eyes. "So that is Alexander the Great," I whispered over to Kayneth.

Honestly, I was greatly impressed. I've heard that Servants were beings not to ever mess with, and though I had already believed that, barely surviving a five second clash with one solidified the idea in my mind that I was to never battle one without sufficient preparation or assistance.

Kayneth looked at me incredulously. As a sigh escaped his lips, he explained, "My Servant is not Alexander." He glared at Lancer as he said it. Bad blood between them, perhaps? "Lancer, introduce yourself."

As much as I wanted to comment regarding that, I had no idea what had happened between the two of them.

The man wearing a teal bodysuit before us—Lancer—began to speak. "It is as Lord says, I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, of the Love Spot." He bowed his head down in shame.

Diarmuid, a knight of Fianna from the Fenian Cycle. Cursed with a beauty mark—his love spot—that made women fall for him. On his lord's wedding with a woman, his love spot made that woman fall for him instead. He was forgiven but died to a boar who was the reincarnation of the person his father killed.

It was due to my home's proximity to Ireland that I knew about the myths surrounding both Great Britain and Ireland. Our clan found the mystery and history of Ireland and the United Kingdom to be helpful for our studies.

As I opened my mouth to speak, Kayneth's rageful shouts echoed throughout the concrete walls. "You have almost killed my greatest ally, have you no shame?!" he spat out from his bed. And despite knowing of Kayneth's nature, it surprised me to know that he had the gall to yell at a Heroic Spirit.

Diarmuid seemed to take the man's words to heart as he kneeled down, saddened by Kayneth's words yet unoffended. "I humbly apologise, my Lord; I had presumed this man was Archer and was moments from killing you and I acted as such." He then looked over to me and stood up. "I apologise for attacking you, Mister…"

"Saif," I gave him my name. "A pleasure to meet a knight of your calibre, Diarmuid," I said as we performed a handshake. Though as much as I wished to gush about a man greatly deserving respect, I had important questions that I needed answered. "However, I must ask you about Archer; what is their resemblance to me?"

My eyes glossed over to Sola-Ui—Kayneth's fiance—in my peripheral vision as she walked over to where her husband was. On the back of her right hand were Kayneth's command seals. I needed to be informed.

"Archer is a haughty, arrogant man. However, though he may be arrogant, his overwhelming might is clear," he explained. "Most importantly, he looks like the spitting image of you, Saif."

"Indeed," Kayneth grumbled. "And it is precisely for that reason that we wish to ask you regarding your lineage. We wish to identify him."

Now that was curious. I knew little regarding my clan's predecessors, but I could make assumptions from the tales that father informed me of.

"My family came from Iraq. Salafi the Prodigious—the first magus of my family—split off from his original family which had ruled over a large plot of land." I had a guess on who it was that they were referring to. "What I am sure of is that we are demigods, and that my ancestors participated in incest in order to keep their blood from becoming diluted."

There was only really one person that I could think of in the Mesapotamian myths. "In all likelihood, the blood of Gilgamesh—the first hero of humanity—flows through my clan's veins." I gauged their reactions, but they did not seem to deny what I had said.

"That bears the most sense," Kayneth voiced out, lifting himself off of the bed and onto a wheelchair. "It would certainly explain his ability to fire away armaments of such quality; as the progenitor of heroes, it would make sense for all the legends—and subsequently, Noble Phantasms—to originate from him…"

But just as he was attempting to piece the puzzle for whoever Archer was, I felt a zap-like sensation as we all twitched and turned our heads northwest.

"That has to be Caster," Sola-Ui remarked as she looked over to Diarmuid tenderly. "Diarmuid, we must stop him!" she said as she walked over to him.

He nodded, "Yes, milady!" Then he looked over to his Lord. "We will be going." He then lifted Sola-Ui up and carried her with a bridal carry.

It was difficult to hide my suspicious glare from them both.

I interrupted them before Diarmuid had a chance to leave, pulling a few strands of hair from my scalp. I formed it into the Sumerian symbol for the star as I gave it to her. "Sola-Ui, have this. I will be able to converse and know your location as long as you keep this on you."

She took it and not an instant later, Lancer began to run. Once he deemed our ears safe, he accelerated like a speeding bullet up to speeds I was never going to surpass. I looked sceptically towards the direction that they ran off to.

"Sola-Ui may be becoming Grainne," I whispered to myself, laughing incredulously as I faced Kayneth. He looked suspicious of them as well. I turned back and headed over to a sigil. "Your bounded field needs work—I shall reinforce it."

He pushed his wheelchair with haste as he followed me. "Thank you, Saif. However, I must ask: will you join in my efforts to win the Holy Grail?" he asked, his tone made it seem like he was pleading. No, he was pleading.

I looked down to meet his puerile gaze.

How pathetic he looked.

How proud he once was.

How sad he was now.

"You ask me to risk my life for a war I have no need to involve myself in?" I asked, offended by the sight before me. "Tell me, what do I get out of this, out of assisting you?"

His eyes widened as his jaw clenched in shame. "I—"

"What?"

"Help me win the war and I…" he hesitated as he looked up to me, moisture building up in his eyes. "I— I will give you anything you wish." My friend looked like he was about to break into a horrendous weep.

"'Anything?'"

"Anything!" he cried out, his voice cracking.

And then I remained silent. For ten seconds straight I quietly watched him weep away like a fool. How far he had gone down.

I wiped away his tears as I smiled kindly. "Would you give me the grail?"

"What?" he exclaimed. Kayneth seemed shocked that I had asked that, finding it surprising for me to request such a thing. He knew me well. Despite his earlier displays of weakness he glared at me. "I will not."

Good, he knew that I was provoking him. "You said 'anything,' did you not?" I asked, cutting my wrist and letting the blood drip onto the sigil before I scribed it and added a spell that made the atmosphere inside the field thicker than the world around us. Its effects were minor, and anyone that was in it wasn't going to experience a substantial difference.

"Indeed, I did," he admitted. "But you mock me, Saif." He seemed offended by what I had just said. "I will give you anything else but that; I require it to restore my bodily functions."

"Good. I had thought that you had given up your pride." I sighed in relief as I grinned. "Sure, I'll consider helping you win this war should you allow me three conditions."

Kayneth's brow raised as he said, "State them."

"Here, one: should I think that my life is threatened—I will prioritise my own survival over yours, two: you will allow me a favour should you be alive, and for three…" I had ruminated about it, yet there wasn't anything in my mind. "I'll consider it later."

A veiled request, a horrible condition for anyone who had to answer for them. For all the receiver of the condition knew, it was one of the worst requests one could answer. "Fine. I accept your conditions," yet Kayneth allowed it. Our friendship with each other was born from mutual respect and camaraderie, even if our recent interactions have not shown it; he trusted me enough to not take advantage of it. It was the reason that we did not even consider using a geis.

We shook hands. "I know little regarding the Holy Grail War; tell me of all the information you find helpful," I said as I ripped away some rusting rebar sticking out of the factory's walls. I restructured it to form braces around my wrists.

"Watch over Sola-Ui." He held his hand out. "I shall explain to you as you go. Give me some of your hair and form the star so that we can converse as you go over to her location as well."

It took me less than a second to understand his thought process. "Very well, I'll track her down now." As I had reinforced the bounded field, he was undetectable inside it. Considering the brief interaction between him and his Servant, he didn't trust Diarmuid at all.

Sola-Ui was nearby the great output of magical energy seven kilometres away, north-east. Considering how fast Lancer was, they had crossed that distance in less than three seconds. Making myself invisible, I began to run over to where they were. And I laughed in disbelief as I barely surpassed twice the speed of sound with every possible magecraft that helped me with traversal.

'Servants are not to be messed with.' How correct that statement was. I was under the belief that amongst all mages, I moved the fastest. I thought it was undisputed; and then a Heroic Spirit trumped it all as they were carrying someone.

Furthermore, knight class Servants had Magic Resistance, negating most magecraft I had. If I met either Saber or Archer without Lancer, I was going to run, and to be honest, I was going to die nonetheless in that situation.

That's the end of Chapter 2. I apologise as it will take a while before I can do Chapter 3; a follow will inform you once I update. Provide your thoughts in the review please.

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