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... na, I prepared myself.
I hadn't seen the entirety of her memories. Only the brief, unbearable moments—her father's murder, and how she was forced to laugh afterward. Just those were enough to make my blood boil.
My mind was in a feverish haze, my pulse pounding with rage.
"Take care of everything? That's boring!" sneered the monster.
It was wrapped up, like a hanging cocoon, by the Silveit threads I had created to bind its body. I couldn't let it go unpunished. ...
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