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... of ancient!”

Lanuvel’s eyes that were full of expectations sparkled like the Milky Way. I couldn’t completely deny her speculation; in the 1st Playthrough, there was really a time when I did this. I had once paid a fortune at the black market to buy a foolish woman who got herself caught trying to save her kin who was kidnapped by slave hunters. A woman who was the future Elf King…

A bothersome character whose head contained nothing but hatred for humans.

Ding-Dong!

Ding ...

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