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... sandwiches, our water canteens, some cloths and towels, I have no worries about forgetting anything.

I put the straw hat that Flora made me on my head, and the bag that had everything other than the sandwiches inside on my back and locked the door.

After hearing the satisfying sound of the door locking, I turned the doorknob just to make sure that it was locked. Alright, good.

「We’re all set」

「Okay!」

When I looked back and spoke to her, Flora replied with ...

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