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... crimson eyes lazily flickering over him as she swirled the sake dish in her hand.

The seven liquor gourds floating behind her bobbed slightly, held aloft by dark black and purplish tendrils made from miasma. With a satisfied sigh, she took another sip before setting the dish down on her thigh.

"...You sure took your time getting here, either way. Good morning to you too."

Minerva said in a soft but warm tone.

From there, she turned her gaze toward Roland, nodding ...

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