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... that figure.

As she spelled out her speech slash announcement, Aurora only grew more confident. Everyone was listening to her words with great interest, and maybe she could finally reach the right people this time.

'Soon.'

Unfortunately, the more people listened, the less they cared about the content of the speech itself. It was all about Aurora's existence.

No one had impure thoughts, they just relished in the emotions that her words evoked in them. Faint light ...

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