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... cloth sticking in my throat.
「There was no response from Philos, and the Great Holy Church did not move either. It’s too peaceful right now.」
I looked toward the Sanyo Plain while sitting in a chair. There were no foreign objects in the horizon, just tall flowers that stood there comfortably.
Of course, there was no way that I’d be able to assess the situation just by looking through the tent. If allowed, I’d also do scouts with a horse. It was easy, because it used to be ...
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