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At the rented mansion, Edward and Harry met a few days after returning to the city.
Both were bandaged from head to toe, though they could move about without too much trouble. The wounds were healing slowly, as they had been inflicted by powerful beast masters with quite potent spiritual energy.
It wasn't easy to heal that kind of wound, especially for Harry, who had no spiritual energy.
They were both staring at each other, waiting for the other to speak.
Perhaps neither of them had any idea what to say.
What they had achieved was a feat that would surely be heard in every corner of the kingdom. Perhaps it was already on the table of the great powers right now, but would both their names be mentioned?
They had accomplished an amazing feat. Would they be remembered as the co-authors of that feat?
"Most likely not." Although Harry felt good about the great success, he also felt bad about not being able to take credit for it.
