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Arthur stared out the window, occasionally glancing at Bounchiechomie, who was stretching lazily on his shoulder like a bored jelly.
The soft creak of wooden wheels filled the space.
Peaceful—for now.
Vayne finally spoke.
"You’re pretty quiet. Where are you from, and what’s your main skill?"
His voice was flat, but not as cold as Arthur had expected.
Arthur blinked a few times, then looked at his slime.
"...I... slap."
That was ...
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