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... Brain,” Link felt somewhat tired and went upstairs to freshen up and rest.

For the remaining two months of the autumn semester, Link did not leave the academy.

He didn’t even go to the Grande Potion Shop again.

The testing of the five ruffians was taken care of by “FreeDo.”

All Link had to do was check the data once a day.

He spent most of his time and energy on four things:

Compulsory and elective courses for further study in the Senior Division; ...

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