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... mouth and reached Riezel’s ears, only one thought crossed Riezel’s mind.

’I knew it was her.’

How could Riezel not recognize her?

In this world, she was basically the main character.

’Can’t believe I just got to this world and already ran into one of the most important people in it...’

Riezel stared at the girl in front of him, who wore a silly smile and looked just like some countryside bumpkin, and couldn’t help but find the start of this dimensional tra ...

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