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... ad. "If you're looking for a sheep-selling shop, why not ask me?"
"I didn't come to the black market specifically for this."
Ansel, slicing the fruit on his plate, spoke calmly, "It's just a whim."
"...A whim, huh."
The plump rat climbed down from Ansel's shoulder, obediently lying at the edge of the table, not saying much else.
Three years ago, my young lord, wielding Gleipnir, cut from one end of the street to the other, seemingly on a "whim" as well. Do ...
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