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"...which means that unlike the kings of old, the Grand Protectors rule through a de...central...ized...system."

Scrabbling the words and underlining them on the chalk board, Markus turned towards his small class. "Does anyone know what that means?"

Markus stretched his collar to cool himself. It was a particularly hot day of summer, whose heat was amplified in the stuffy classroom. He would have said that it made his students sluggish, if they weren't that most of the time. Warten leaned in his chair in the back while Vance had opened up the collar of his school uniform, letting some cool air blow around him. Wayne looked like he was fast asleep and Hanna hadn't turned her head away from the window. Taresa was as usual the only one of his students with her attention directed at him.

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