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... ed. Standing by her all along, Lard turned his face from her. Looking out the window for a while, he opened his mouth when Dylan fell asleep again.

“It seems he wounded his hands like that while trying to put out the fire. Thanks to his efforts, they had more time to get out of the palace. As there was fire everywhere in the palace, they couldn’t bring it under control…”

“… ”

“… Are you going to stay by his side?” Lard asked. She couldn’t figure out why he asked, but she ...

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