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... d's voice. And if she was speaking with a certain dose of superiority while talking to Madam, then she now talked as if she was somewhat forced to talk to a mere bug crawling at her feet. And given how she was a dryad, not just some random and possibly nature-beneficial bug, but a damn parasite that spoiled the plants whenever it appeared. 'Ugh, assuming humans of this world are anything like humans of earth, then I can hardly fault her for this,' I thought, recalling how the problem of mass cut ...
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