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... they are succubus, after all.

"Humanity is very fascinating," Phisovia muttered, looking at the shops in the shopping district we passed. "They are one of the weakest races in this world but become rulers."

"I heard other races like elves and lizardmen must obey their laws." I shrugged, feeling the pleasant sensation of Phisovia's chest against my elbow. This woman has been linking her hands to mine since landing in this city. "Well, there's still rebellion here and there. But in ...

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