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Several months later -
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Even after her victory, Millia continues to live as a fugitive.
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Hah... hah... They won't follow me this far...
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Pursuer: Miss Rage...?
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(They... they found me!!)
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Fan: I knew it! It is you, Miss Rage!
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Fan: Your performance in the tournament moved me deeply!
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Fan: I'd love to have your strength... Please take me as your apprentice!
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Millia is now running away from the glory she had attained...
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Look, I already told you! I won't teach anyone...
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Don't you think a woman who attacks with her hair is creepy...!?
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Why do you pursue me so severely...!?
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Fan: Creepy!? Are you kidding? It's simply charming!
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Fan: I... I'm in love with you!
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Wh... WHAT!? Are you completely insane!?
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Fan: I'm serious!
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Millia, who has been raised since infancy to be an assassin,
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was utterly shocked to hear an exclamation of affection.
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Uh... uh... Ah! Look... behind you! It's Justice!
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Fan: Wh... what!?
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Fan: Aargh...!
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Millia threw her cape over the pursuer and quickly made her escape.
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Fan: Ah...!! She got away again!!
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Fan: Miss Rage!! I'll never give up!
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Leaving the man behind, Millia returns to her self-imposed exile...
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...even though the cloud of darkness no longer hangs over her.
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