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... tumped look as she spoke,"Wait! Wait! Wait! What do you mean by that?"

I then stretched a little as I explained,"well. I was called here by Voltaire, and I connected my consciousness to this place. Though, honestly, I don't know how to get back… I was going to ask Voltaire, but he just… vanished before I could ask him that."

Her expression turned a bit complicated, and I pondered a little before speaking,"staying here is not going to yield any results though. Come. Let's check th ...

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