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... were no birds chirping melodiously.
Nevertheless, it was undoubtedly a beautiful morning.
After all, isn't it up to me to decide whether a morning is beautiful or not?
Even if I'm in hell.
Even if I'm rolling around in the mud soaked with Chimera Fafnir's blood inside a burrow, it's a beautiful morning as long as I'm happy.
I truly believed that.
Still, it's a shame there's no sunlight.
Just imagining how beautifully my two horns and scale ...
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