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The villagers are excited by my words. Everyone’s face are slightly red, it seems that everyone is ready. Maybe suspicious with the men who raise their voice and tension uselessly, Celia-san and Carla-san came out from the kitchen. scelusceleris.blogspot.com

「Alfried! show begin!」

Isn’t it fine to make noise. Today is a harvest festival. No one can stop us. Let’s vent out our daily accumulated unhappiness!

I have the villagers open up some space.

「I’ll take so ...

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