Advent of the Three Calamities-Chapter 556: The truth [1]

I followed her quietly from behind.

In the quiet corridors, she walked towards her room. In the meantime, I kept my breath in check while keeping enough distance between the two of us.

She couldn't see me nor could she hear me, but one could never be too certain.

I felt my heart press tightly as I followed quietly from behind.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I became oblivious to everything around me, my focus fixed on her back. It was therefore a surprise for me to find her stopping right before Kiera's room as she stopped and looked around.

For a moment, I thought our gazes met and my entire body tensed.

Thankfully, it was only for a brief moment as her gaze moved past me, and she finally opened the door and entered.

Clank—

It all grew quiet then.

Suffocatingly so as I cautiously approached the doors to Kiera's room.

I had just neared the door when it suddenly burst open and a pair of glaring red eyes stared in my direction.

"—!"

I froze and my heart started racing as my stomach tightened with a sudden sense of dread.

I had to stay calm, but my instincts screamed for me to run.

My fingers twitched, and my chest rose and fell sharply, every muscle coiled. I took a step back, instinctively preparing to act in an instant.

Her gaze felt suffocating, but she looked away before I could react.

"...Hm, I guess I'm being overly paranoid."

The door closed once again, leaving me standing in silence.

I just stood there for the next few seconds, unsure of how to react.

'So she didn't notice me?'

I brought my hand to my chest and secretly sighed in relief while wiping the cold sweat from my forehead.

'That almost gave me a heart attack.'

For a split moment, I almost thought she had truly detected me. Those few seconds felt like hours and I almost found myself taking the initiative.

It was a good thing that I was able to remain still in those few seconds.

Otherwise...

'No, it doesn't matter. I shouldn't waste any more time.'

Stepping forward, I reached out to touch the wooden door. Closing my eyes, I visualized a purple orb, and slowly, my hand began to phase through the surface of the door.

Following up with a step, my entire body passed through the door and I managed to pass right through it.

What greeted me on the other side of the door was a familiar yet unfamiliar room.

It was one that I had seen before, but not in real life.

'It's almost exactly the same as in her childhood memories. It looks like her father kept it like this for her...'

The more I learned about this family of hers the more confused I became.

From the way Kiera spoke about him, he seemed to be this big bad indifferent father who neglected her and didn't love her.

And yet...

What I saw and what I heard from her was completely different. Could it all be an act from her father, or was Kiera lying?

...Or could there be more to it?

Suddenly, the vision I'd had with the second leaf on Rose came rushing back, and my mind paused, fixating on the one figure who hadn't left my thoughts since that moment—Kiera's mother.

Something about her felt unsettling.

But what exactly? What did she—

"Hey, Ki."

The space around me rippled, and my head snapped toward the source of the disturbance, my gaze locking onto Rose's turned back.

She seemed to be looking down, and when I stepped to the side, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, sitting down on the ground with body tied up with some strange rope. She was awake, and her eyes were locked right towards her aunt's.

At that moment, I saw it.

The rage...

...The pure rage and hatred she held for the figure that stood before her.

It didn't seem like I was the only one who noticed.

"Oh my~ There's no need for you to make such a face."

Shaw dismissively waved her hand at her niece.

"You know I love you, Ki. This... ehm, what I'm doing is just tough love. Yes, tough love."

Her jokes didn't land well with Kiera, who shot her an even fiercer glare in response. If looks could kill, she'd probably have killed her aunt many times over.

"Tough crowd..."

Rose didn't take Kiera's seriously.

If anything, the scene looked weird from an outsider's point of view. With her disguise on, she looked the same as Kiera.

It was a good thing that I could tell the difference.

"Well, in any case, I can't waste too much time catching up with you."

Without warning, Rose bent down to Kiera's eye level, snapping her fingers in the air. Instantly, the rope binding Kiera loosened.

As soon as the rope loosened, Kiera lunged forward, only to be instantly halted by a finger pressed against her forehead.

"You bitc—!"

"Tut."

It was just a finger, and yet, it was all that Rose needed to stop Kiera who tried to channel her mana and attack her.

"Don't bother, your mana is sealed. It'll be like this for a good while. Why don't we have a nice talk between the two of us?"

"I'll fucking kill you."

"That's not very nice..."

"I'll—"

"A little birdie told me that you're going to help them find a certain mirror. Is that true?"

Cutting Kiera off, Rose went straight to the point.

Kiera's face froze all of a sudden. She looked utterly bewildered. I couldn't blame her. She never made such a promise.

"You know, that makes me very sad."

Rose lowered her head in disappointment.

"I've spent years trying to get you to open up and tell me where the mirror is, and yet, it only took one boy a year to get you to help him. Eish... I guess it's true what they say—girls always have a soft spot for boys."

"Wha... what?"

Kiera's confusion only grew from there.

She was just about to refute her, when I pursed my lips and partly canceled [Lament of Lies], granting a view of my face.

Her face almost changed at the sight of me but she quickly recovered the moment she saw me place my finger on my lips.

It was as if she suddenly understood what was going on.

"Hm?"

But there was an issue with the situation.

Although Kiera managed to keep her face composed, barely showing any signs of change, she wasn't flawless. Her slight imperfection didn't go unnoticed, and her aunt swiftly flicked her head back to glare in my direction.

I somewhat expected such a reaction and was quick to activate the skill again.

But was I fast enough?

Swoosh!

The tip of the long rope shot toward me at a speed I could barely track, the air crackling as the string tightened and raced in my direction.

'I can't dodge....!'

The thought crossed my mind in that split second when the string moved, and I knew it was too late for me to dodge.

As my entire body tensed at the unexpected situation, a purple orb appeared in my mind.

Kacha—

The air cracked all of a sudden as I felt something move through my body.

It was an odd sensation, one I struggled to put into words as I held my breath, watching the rope snap back taut.

"Hm."

Perhaps not expecting the rope to hit nothing, Rose's face changed for a brief moment as she rubbed the back of her head and mumbled, 'Am I being strangely paranoid?'

Cold sweat dripped down my back as I stared in her direction, holding my breath, every muscle in my body locked with tension.

'....That was too close.'

For a moment, I almost thought I was done for.

'It's a good thing she didn't use mana.'

Otherwise, it would've been way too fast for me to dodge or visualize the purple orb. I could only count myself lucky.

"Sorry about that."

To my relief, Rose shifted her attention back to Kiera whose face had grown pale.

She also appeared relieved by the fact that I hadn't been caught. To her, I was probably her only lifeline out of this.

If I was screwed, so was she.

"....Back on topic, Ki."

Rose suddenly reached forward and grabbed Kiera by the chin as she struggled to avoid her grip.

"Kh—!"

"I'm honestly hurt that after all these years, you refused to tell me where the mirror is, yet you immediately agree to tell some random guy you've barely met. How do you think I should react if I were in your shoes?"

"...Kh..."

Kiera let out a strangled sound as she struggled under her aunt's grip. Eventually, understanding that she couldn't free herself, she proceeded to glare at her aunt as she managed to force out a few words.

"I'd.... grow a dick..."

"....."

Rose's face froze at the unexpected answer, and for a moment, my face twitched as I almost found myself facepalming.

Even in front of her aunt...

"Puahahahah."

Unexpectedly, Rose burst out laughing.

"Kakakaka."

Her laugh was loud, almost screeching, before it morphed into something weirder, an unsettling, almost degenerate sound that oddly resembled Kiera's laugh.

No, it was exactly the same.

What in the...

'Oh, right. The two of them are pretty much the same.'

I gave up from then.

"Grow a dick? Kakaka. That's good...!"

For a moment, Rose forgot all about the situation and slapped her thigh in amusement.

"Kak—!"

The more she laughed, the more I wanted to leave.

Kiera also seemed to feel the same way, but at the same time, her face turned pale. It almost felt like she finally realized the true nature of her laugh and how others truly perceived it.

For a moment, I almost thought her soul left her body.

Maybe it did...

"Haa... You've become funnier over the years, Ki."

Rose's face suddenly changed as she brought Kiera's face closer to hers. Studying her face, her tone suddenly grew serious.

"How is that despite looking like her, you ended up taking more from me? Should I be happy or sad for, sis? No, I should probably be happy. That selfish good-for-nothing bitch doesn't deserve shit. She deserves whatever comes to her. Too bad I wasn't the one to kill...."

As if coming to her senses, Rose stopped herself.

But it was too late.

"W-what?"

Kiera also appeared to have heard as she looked at her aunt in shock.

I did too as Rose suddenly froze.

"W...What did you say?"

Kiera's hoarse voice echoed through the room. Just as she opened her mouth to speak again, a finger flicked to her forehead, knocking her unconscious.

Thump!

"Ah, shit."

Letting go of her, Rose rubbed her head as she paced around the room.

Judging from her reaction, she clearly didn't expect to slip like that. Unfortunately, it was too late and Kiera had heard it.

...And so did I.

"How fucking annoying."

Rubbing her head again, Rose clicked her tongue.

"Me and my loud mouth. Shit..."

She ruffled her hair for the third time until she eventually stopped and turned to look in my direction.

"You."

Her eyes widened, and I calmly stood where I was.

Exposed.

"When did you...? How—?"

"What really happened between you and your sister?"

I calmly spoke, ignoring her shock and confusion.

Currently, I was calm.

Strangely so.

"That..."

Her lips quivered, still unable to fully comprehend what was happening.

I didn't relent.

No, I knew I couldn't because...

"Are you really sure you don't know where the mirror is?"

The pieces of the puzzles were finally starting to fall.

I was now one step closer to the truth.

The truth behind the incident of the past.

䕩䠜䞺爐虜魯老㻆䨮䠒㧣露 盧 老㒠㻆㔡 䜈䄅䠒㜍䛤㜍䄅㜍䞺

老爐䟏盧 䞺㯴㹿䵱䨮㻆 㹿㯴䵱 䨮㻆䵱㒠䕩䨮 䜈䄅䠒䞺䄅䛤 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䃉䖩䕩䵷㯴䕩䨮䨮䡐 㷙䄅䛤䞺㯴㒺㻆䵷 䕩 䜈㻆䖩䞺䄅䛤 䋲䖩䄅㒺 䠜䠒䵱㒠䠒䛤㜍

䏆㒠䕩䵱'䞺 㒠䄅䠜 㨴䄅䞺㻆 䠜䄅㯴䨮䵷 䵷㻆䞺㷙䖩䠒㹿㻆 㒠㻆䖩 䞺䠒䞺䵱㻆䖩㜍

㷙䃉䠒䛤䛤䖩䕩㯴䌓㒠㻆䖩䑇㒠㻆䞺 㻆㒠㜍䖩䵱㒠㻆 䃉䄅䛤䠜䖩 㻆䨮㷙䞺䄅䖩 䄅䵱 䕩 䞺䄅䄅䵷䋲㯴䛤䄅䞺 䑲䄅䠜 㒺䕩㷙㻆㹿㻆㻆㹿 㻆㒠䏆 䕩䛤䵷 䠒䑇㷙䕩䖩䛤䃉䠒䛤䡐㻆䵱 䞺㒠㻆 䖩䞺䄅䛤㻆䜈䖩䄅㒺㻆㯴䨮䵷䄅㷙

'㜍㜍㜍㶛䄅䑇 䠒䵱'䞺 㒺䄅䖩㻆 䨮䠒㧣㻆䑇 㒠䄅䠜 㷙䕩䛤 䞺䄅㒺㻆䄅䛤㻆 䛤䄅䵱 㹿㻆 䨮䠒㧣㻆 㒠㻆䖩 䠜㒠㻆䛤 䜈㯴䵱 䠒䛤 䵱㒠㻆 䞺䕩㒺㻆 䞺䠒䵱㯴䕩䵱䠒䄅䛤 䕩䞺 㒠㻆䖩㜍'

㾅㻆㒺 䐐䏆㒠㻆䠒䖩 䜈䕩䖩㻆䛤䵱䞺㜍㜍㜍

䵱㒠㻆 䖩㻆㻆䠜䵱'䛤 䄅䋲 㻆䵱㜍䞺䖩䛤䕩䜈 䵱䞺㻆㹿 䏆㒠䡐㻆

䏆㒠㻆䡐 䠜㻆䖩㻆 䵱㒠㻆 䵱䡐䜈䠒㷙䕩䨮 䜈䕩䖩㻆䛤䵱䞺 䠜㒠䄅 䄅䛤䨮䡐 㷙䕩䖩㻆䵷 䕩㹿䄅㯴䵱 䕩㷙㒠䠒㻆㓢㻆㒺㻆䛤䵱䞺 䕩䛤䵷 䠒㒺䕩䃉㻆㜍 䏆㒠㻆 㹿㻆䵱䵱㻆䖩 䄅䛤㻆 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆㒺 䜈㻆䖩䋲䄅䖩㒺㻆䵷䑇 䵱㒠㻆 䃉䖩㻆䕩䵱㻆䖩 䵱㒠㻆䠒䖩 䋲䕩㷙㻆㜍

㜍㜍㜍䥽㻆㷙䕩㯴䞺㻆 䄅䋲 㒠䄅䠜 䄅㯴䵱䞺䵱䕩䛤䵷䠒䛤䃉 㒠㻆䖩 䞺䠒䞺䵱㻆䖩 䠜䕩䞺䑇 䵱㒠㻆䡐 䵷䠒䵷䛤'䵱 䜈䕩䖩䵱䠒㷙㯴䨮䕩䖩䨮䡐 䜈䕩䡐 㒺㯴㷙㒠 䕩䵱䵱㻆䛤䵱䠒䄅䛤 䵱䄅 㒠㻆䖩㜍

䋲䄅 㜍䕩䵱㻆䛤䠒䵱䵱䛤䄅㻆䛤䖩㻆㓢 䄅㨴䞺㻆 䋲䄅 䵱㒠㻆䖩䠒䨮䂪䄅㯴㻆䕩䞺 㷙㧣䨮䕩 䞺䕩䠜

䟏䋲䵱㻆䖩 䕩䨮䨮䑇 䞺㒠㻆 䞺䕩䠜 㒠䄅䠜 䵱㒠㻆䡐 䠜㻆䖩㻆 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㒠㻆䖩 䞺䠒䞺䵱㻆䖩㜍

"䫪䄅㯴'㓢㻆 㒺䕩䛤䕩䃉㻆䵷 䵱䄅 䖩䕩䛤㧣 䋲䠒䖩䞺䵱䑇 㹿㯴䵱 䵱㒠䕩䵱'䞺 䛤䄅䵱 㻆䛤䄅㯴䃉㒠㜍 䏆㒠㻆 䃉䕩䜈 㹿㻆䵱䠜㻆㻆䛤 䡐䄅㯴 䕩䛤䵷 䵱㒠㻆 䞺㻆㷙䄅䛤䵷 䜈䨮䕩㷙㻆 㒠䕩䞺 䞺㒠䖩㯴䛤㧣㜍 䫪䄅㯴 䠜䄅䛤'䵱 㹿㻆 䞺㻆䖩㓢㻆䵷 䵱䄅䛤䠒䃉㒠䵱'䞺 䵷䠒䛤䛤㻆䖩㜍"

䵱䞺㻆䕩䖩䵱䵷䛤䄅㻆䃉 㓢㻆䕩㒠䋲䖩䛤䵷㻆䞺㜍䠒 䃉䞺䖩䕩㻆䵷 "㜍䜈䠒䨮䞺 䄅䵱 㒠䛤䃉䕩 䵱㯴䄅䕩㻆㒠䵷䖩 䵱䠒䠜㒠䵔"䄅'㯴㓢䡐㻆 䖩㯴䄅䡐䄅㶛䵱䄅䵱㯴䄅䵱䵱㒠䕩䠜䵷䖩㻆䄅䛤

"䵔 䠜䠒䨮䨮 㹿㻆 䵱䕩㧣䠒䛤䃉 䡐䄅㯴 䄅㯴䵱 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆 䟏㷙䕩䵷㻆㒺䡐'䞺 䵷䄅䖩㒺䠒䵱䄅䖩䡐㜍 䮭䖩䄅㒺 䛤䄅䠜 䄅䛤䑇 䵔'䨮䨮 䜈㻆䖩䞺䄅䛤䕩䨮䨮䡐 㒠䕩㓢㻆 䡐䄅㯴 䖩㻆䵱㯴䖩䛤 䵱䄅 䵱㒠㻆 㻆䞺䵱䕩䵱㻆 㻆㓢㻆䖩䡐 䠜㻆㻆㧣㻆䛤䵷㜍"

㔡㒠㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䨮䠒㧣㻆 䕩 䵷䄅䨮䨮㜍

䨮㻆䡐㻆䖩䋲䠜䵱䛤䕩'䞺 䵷䄅䨮䨮䖩䵱䜈䞺㻆䕩䛤 䵱䄅䥽㯴䵱㜍䵱䖩㻆㹿䵱㻆 㧣䨮䄅䄅䨮䄅㷙䛤䖩䄅䵱䵱㒠㻆䖩䠒䠒䵱 㜍㒠㻆䖩 䡐㻆㒠䵱 㻆㓢㻆䞺䞺䨮䵱㻆㒺㒠 㻆㧣䕩㒺㯴䨮䄅㷙䵷㻆㓢䄅䨮 䵱䠒䵷䛤'䵷䵱䵱㒠䕩㻆㧣䠒䨮

䏆㒠㻆䡐 䠜㻆䖩㻆 䂪㯴䞺䵱㜍㜍㜍

䪕䖩㻆㻆䵷䡐㜍

䃉䛤䠒㒠䞺䵱 㻆䵷䕩㒺䛤㻆㓢㻆 䖩㒠䵱㻆䠒 䠜䕩䞺䛤'䵱䞺䄅䠜䖩㻆 䠜䵱㒠䕩 䵱㯴䥽䵷䖩㜍㻆䃉㻆

㶛䄅䑇 䠒䵱 䠜䕩䞺 㒠㻆䖩 䞺㒺䠒䨮㻆㜍

䵔䛤 䞺䜈䠒䵱㻆 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆 㒠䕩䖩䞺㒠 䵱䖩㻆䕩䵱㒺㻆䛤䵱 䞺㒠㻆 䖩㻆㷙㻆䠒㓢㻆䵷䑇 䞺㒠㻆 䕩䨮䠜䕩䡐䞺 㒺䕩䠒䛤䵱䕩䠒䛤㻆䵷 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䞺㒺䠒䨮㻆 䄅䋲 㒠㻆䖩䞺㜍 㲍䕩䞺 䠒䵱 䕩 䞺㒠䠒㻆䨮䵷䑇 㒠䠒䵷䠒䛤䃉 㒠㻆䖩 䵱䖩㯴㻆 㻆㒺䄅䵱䠒䄅䛤䞺䑇 䄅䖩 䠜䕩䞺 䞺㒠㻆 䞺䠒㒺䜈䨮䡐 䵱㒠㻆 㧣䠒䛤䵷 䄅䋲 䜈㻆䖩䞺䄅䛤 䠜㒠䄅 䕩䨮䠜䕩䡐䞺 䞺㒺䠒䨮㻆䵷䑇 䛤䄅 㒺䕩䵱䵱㻆䖩 䵱㒠㻆 㷙䠒䖩㷙㯴㒺䞺䵱䕩䛤㷙㻆䞺䌓

䞺䄅㻆㨴 䛤䵱㻆㜍㒠 㧣㷙䕩㹿 䵱䵷䠒'䵷䛤 㧣䠜䛤䄅

䟏䋲䵱㻆䖩 䕩䨮䨮䑇 㻆㓢㻆䛤 䞺㒠㻆 䞺䵱䖩㯴䃉䃉䨮㻆䵷 䵱䄅 䞺㻆㻆 䵱㒠䖩䄅㯴䃉㒠 㒠㻆䖩 䞺䠒䞺䵱㻆䖩'䞺 䞺㒺䠒䨮㻆㜍 㹟㓢㻆䛤 䞺䄅䑇 䞺㒠㻆 䵷䠒䵷䛤'䵱 㷙䕩䖩㻆㜍 㔡㒠㻆 㻆䛤䂪䄅䡐㻆䵷 䞺䜈㻆䛤䵷䠒䛤䃉 䵱䠒㒺㻆 䕩䛤䵷 㹿䄅䛤䵷䠒䛤䃉 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㒠㻆䖩 䞺䠒䞺䵱㻆䖩㜍

㹟䞺䜈㻆㷙䠒䕩䨮䨮䡐 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㒠䄅䠜 䄅䋲䵱㻆䛤 䞺㒠㻆 䨮䕩㯴䃉㒠㻆䵷 䕩䵱 㒠㻆䖩 䂪䄅㧣㻆䞺㜍

㹿䄅㶛䡐䵷䄅㒠㻆䖩䕩䵱㧣䞺㻆䄅䂪㜍 㒠䨮䵷䕩㯴䃉㻆

䟏䨮䨮 䠜䕩䞺 䃉䄅䄅䵷㜍

㩵䠒䋲㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䞺䠒㒺䜈䨮㻆䑇 䕩䛤䵷 㨴䄅䞺㻆 䠜䠒䞺㒠㻆䵷 䋲䄅䖩 䠒䵱 䵱䄅 㷙䄅䛤䵱䠒䛤㯴㻆 㯴䛤䵱䠒䨮 䵱㒠㻆䡐 㹿䄅䵱㒠 䵱㯴䖩䛤㻆䵷 䄅䨮䵷㜍

䥽㯴䵱 䠒㻆䋲䨮 㓢䄅䨮㻆䵷 䄅䵱䄅㒠䠜䵱䖩㜍䜈䨮䜈㻆㻆䄅䵱䕩 䞺䖩㹿䨮㻆㯴㓢㷙䕩䨮

䵔䵱 䠜䕩䞺 䞺䜈䖩䠒䛤䃉㜍

㝯䕩䖩䛤㻆䵷 䞺䜈䖩䠒䛤䃉㜍

䠒"䑇䞺㔡 䵔㒺' 䃉㻆䵱䃉䄅䃉䠒䛤 䵷㻆䠒䖩䖩䕩㒺 䄅䵱"䛤㜍䄅䄅䞺

"㧖㒠䑇 䠜㒠䕩䵱䌓"

"㜍㜍㜍䑲㻆'䞺 䵱㒠㻆 䕩䜈䜈䕩䖩㻆䛤䵱 㒠㻆䠒䖩 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆 䔄䡐䨮䛤㻆 䋲䕩㒺䠒䨮䡐㜍 䵔'㓢㻆 㒺㻆䵱 㒠䠒㒺 䕩䨮䖩㻆䕩䵷䡐㜍 䑲㻆'䞺 䕩 䃉䄅䄅䵷 㒺䕩䛤 䠜䠒䵱㒠 䃉䖩㻆䕩䵱 䨮䄅䄅㧣䞺㜍"

"䵱䠒㲍䑇䕩㷙䛤䠒䞺㻆 㜍㒠䕩㜍䵱㜍䏆"䛤䕩㷙— 䕩㒠䌓䠜䵱 䠜䄅䑲㒠䛤䠜㻆䌓

"䵔 䵱㒠䠒䛤㧣 䵔'㒺 䃉䄅䠒䛤䃉 䵱䄅 㒺䕩䖩䖩䡐 㒠䠒㒺㜍"

㔡㒠㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䞺䵱䠒䨮䨮 䞺㒺䠒䨮䠒䛤䃉 䠜㒠㻆䛤 䞺㒠㻆 㹿䖩䄅㧣㻆 䵱㒠㻆 䛤㻆䠜䞺㜍

㯴䥽䵱 䋲䵱䵷㻆䠒䖩䛤㜍䋲㻆 㒠䞺䖩㻆 䵱䋲䨮㻆 䄅䋲 䞺㒺䨮䠒㻆 㻆㒺䠒䄅䃉㒠䛤䵱䞺 㯴䄅㹿䵱䕩䵱㒠䕩䵱

䑲㻆䖩 㷙䖩䠒㒺䞺䄅䛤 㻆䡐㻆䞺 䄅䋲 㒠㻆䖩䞺㜍㜍㜍

䏆㒠㻆䡐 䋲㻆䨮䵱 㻆㓢㻆䛤 㒺䄅䖩㻆 㻆䋥㒠䕩㯴䞺䵱㻆䵷 䵱㒠䕩䛤 㯴䞺㯴䕩䨮㜍

㑿

䑲㻆 䕩䜈䜈㻆䕩䖩㻆䵷 䋲䖩䄅㒺 䄅㯴䵱 䄅䋲 䛤䄅䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆㜍

"㲍㒠䕩䵱 䖩㻆䕩䨮䨮䡐 㒠䕩䜈䜈㻆䛤㻆䵷 㹿㻆䵱䠜㻆㻆䛤 䡐䄅㯴 䕩䛤䵷 䡐䄅㯴䖩 䞺䠒䞺䵱㻆䖩䌓"

䄅㻆㨴䞺 㹿㻆䕩䨮䕩䵱 㒺㒠䠒 䞺㻆㻆䛤䞺㜍䨮䨮䕩'䛤䞺䕩䠜䵱 䄅䵱

䵔䛤 䄅䛤㻆 㒺䄅㒺㻆䛤䵱䑇 䞺㒠㻆 䋲䄅㯴䛤䵷 㒠㻆䖩 䵱䄅䛤䃉㯴㻆 䞺䨮䠒䜈䜈䠒䛤䃉䑇 䕩䛤䵷 䠒䛤 䵱㒠㻆 䛤㻆䋥䵱 㒺䄅㒺㻆䛤䵱䑇 㒠䠒䞺 䋲䕩㷙㻆 䕩䜈䜈㻆䕩䖩㻆䵷 䋲䖩䄅㒺 䄅㯴䵱 䄅䋲 䛤䄅䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆㜍

䑲䠒䞺 䃉䕩䑼㻆 䠜䕩䞺 㷙䄅䨮䵷䑇 䕩䨮㒺䄅䞺䵱 䵷䠒䞺䵱䕩䛤䵱㜍

䛤䵷䖩㻆㻆㒺䠒䵷䛤䵔㜍㜍㜍 䃉䕩䑼㻆㒠䖩㻆䋲䄅 䞺䠒䞺䵱㻆䖩'䞺㜍 䠒㒠䞺 䖩㒠㻆䠜䕩䡐䑇

"䏆㒠䕩䵱㜍㜍㜍"

䑲㻆䖩 䨮䠒䜈䞺 㴌㯴䠒㓢㻆䖩㻆䵷䑇 䞺䵱䠒䨮䨮 㯴䛤䕩㹿䨮㻆 䵱䄅 䋲㯴䨮䨮䡐 㷙䄅㒺䜈䖩㻆㒠㻆䛤䵷 䠜㒠䕩䵱 䠜䕩䞺 㒠䕩䜈䜈㻆䛤䠒䛤䃉㜍

䠜䠒䵱㒠 㒺㒠䠒㜍 㻆䕩䵷䡐䨮䖩䕩䠜䕩䞺䠒䕩䖩䋲䨮㒺䠒䕩 㻆㔡㒠

䑲㻆 㒠䕩䵷 䨮㻆䋲䵱 䕩 䨮䕩䞺䵱䠒䛤䃉 䠒㒺䜈䖩㻆䞺䞺䠒䄅䛤 䄅䛤 㒠㻆䖩 䵱㒠㻆 䨮䕩䞺䵱 䵱䠒㒺㻆 䵱㒠㻆䡐 㒠䕩䵷 䞺㻆㻆䛤 㻆䕩㷙㒠 䄅䵱㒠㻆䖩䑇 㹿㯴䵱 㒠䠒䞺 䖩㻆㷙㻆䛤䵱 㻆䋥䜈䨮䄅䠒䵱䞺 㒠䕩䵷 䕩䨮䞺䄅 䖩㻆䕩㷙㒠㻆䵷 㒠㻆䖩 㻆䕩䖩䞺㜍

䑲㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䛤䄅 䨮䄅䛤䃉㻆䖩 䵱㒠㻆 䞺䠒㒺䜈䨮㻆 䋲䠒䃉㯴䖩㻆 䞺㒠㻆 㧣䛤㻆䠜 㹿䕩㷙㧣 䵱㒠㻆䛤㜍

䛤㜍䄅䠜㜍㜍 㨴䠒䃉㒠䵱

"䟏䖩㻆 䡐䄅㯴 䖩㻆䕩䨮䨮䡐 䞺㯴䖩㻆 䡐䄅㯴 䵷䄅䛤'䵱 㧣䛤䄅䠜 䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆 䵱㒠㻆 㒺䠒䖩䖩䄅䖩 䠒䞺䌓"

䑲㻆 䞺䵱䄅䄅䵷 䕩㹿䄅㓢㻆 㒠㻆䖩㜍

㒺䕩䵷㻆 㜍㹿䨮㒠㻆㷙䕩䵱㒠㒠䃉䵱䄅㯴 㻆㒠䵱䖩㻆㒠 䟏䛤䵷䕩䋲㻆㷙

"㔡䄅䌓"

䥽㯴䵱 䞺㒠㻆 䄅䛤䨮䡐 䖩㻆㒺䕩䠒䛤㻆䵷 䋲䨮㯴䞺䵱㻆䖩㻆䵷 䋲䄅䖩 䕩 䋲㻆䠜 䞺㒠䄅䖩䵱 䞺㻆㷙䄅䛤䵷䞺 㹿㻆䋲䄅䖩㻆 䖩㻆㷙䄅㓢㻆䖩䠒䛤䃉 㒠㻆䖩䞺㻆䨮䋲㜍 㔡㒠䕩㧣䠒䛤䃉 㒠㻆䖩 䵱㒠䄅㯴䃉㒠䵱䞺 䕩䠜䕩䡐䑇 䞺㒠㻆 䞺䵱㻆䜈䜈㻆䵷 㹿䕩㷙㧣䑇 㒠㻆䖩 㷙䖩䠒㒺䞺䄅䛤 㻆䡐㻆䞺 䨮䄅㷙㧣䠒䛤䃉 䵷䠒䖩㻆㷙䵱䨮䡐 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㒠䠒䞺 㒠䕩䑼㻆䨮 䄅䛤㻆䞺㜍

㻆㒠䞺㯴䄅㒺䵱㒠䵷䖩䡐䛤䃉㻆䕩䵷㒺䕩 䄅㻆䜈䛤 䨮䨮䕩䛤䡐䠒䋲 䖩㻆㒠㻆㒠䖩 䞺㒠㻆䑇䞺䜈䠒䨮䄅䵱 䕩䞺 䄅㧣㻆䞺䜈䑇 㩵䠒㷙㧣䃉䠒䛤

"䮭䄅䖩 㒠䄅䠜 䨮䄅䛤䃉 㒠䕩㓢㻆 䡐䄅㯴 㧣䛤䄅䠜䛤 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䵔'㓢㻆 㹿㻆㻆䛤 㒠㻆䖩㻆䌓 䔄䡐 䵷䠒䞺䃉㯴䠒䞺㻆 䞺㒠䄅㯴䨮䵷 㹿㻆 䜈㻆䖩䋲㻆㷙䵱㜍 䑲䄅䠜 㷙䄅㯴䨮䵷 䡐䄅㯴 䞺㻆㻆 䵱㒠䖩䄅㯴䃉㒠 䠒䵱䌓 㲍䕩䞺 䠒䵱 䋲䖩䄅㒺 䵱㒠㻆 䠜䕩䡐 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䵔 䕩㷙䵱㻆䵷䌓 㲍䕩䞺 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䠜㒠䕩䵱 䃉䕩㓢㻆 䠒䵱 䕩䠜䕩䡐䌓"

"㜍㜍㜍㜍"

䵷䠒䛤䵷䵱' 䕩䠒㻆䠒䵷㻆㒺㒺䵱䡐䨮㜍 䛤㻆䠒䨮㯴㻎䞺䛤㻆䠜䕩䖩

䑲㻆 䞺䠒㒺䜈䨮䡐 䞺䵱䕩䖩㻆䵷 䕩䵱 㒠㻆䖩㜍

䥽㯴䵱 䵱㒠㻆䛤䑇 㨴䄅䞺㻆 䞺㯴䵷䵷㻆䛤䨮䡐 䞺㻆㻆㒺㻆䵷 䵱䄅 㒠䕩㓢㻆 䕩 䞺㯴䵷䵷㻆䛤 䵱㒠䄅㯴䃉㒠䵱 䕩䛤䵷 㒠䕩䞺䵱䠒䨮䡐 䨮䄅䄅㧣㻆䵷 䵱䄅䠜䕩䖩䵷䞺 㒠㻆䖩 䋲䄅䖩㻆䕩䖩㒺㜍

㹿㻆䌓㜍㜍㜍 䚴㯴䨮䵷䄅 䠒䵱

"䏆㒠㻆 㻆㒺㹿䨮㻆㒺 㒠䕩䞺 䛤䄅䵱㒠䠒䛤䃉 䵱䄅 䵷䄅 䠜䠒䵱㒠 䠒䵱㜍"

㻎㯴䨮䠒㻆䛤'䞺 䠜䄅䖩䵷䞺 䠜㻆䖩㻆 㴌㯴䠒㷙㧣 䵱䄅 䵷䠒䞺䜈㻆䨮 㒠㻆䖩 䵱㒠䄅㯴䃉㒠䵱䞺 䕩䞺 㒠㻆 㧣㻆䜈䵱 㒠䠒䞺 䃉䕩䑼㻆 䋲䠒䖩㒺䨮䡐 䨮䄅㷙㧣㻆䵷 䄅䛤 㒠㻆䖩㜍

䂪㯴䞺䵱䖩㷙䠒䛤㻆䵱䕩䵱䄅 㻆䛤䕩㹿䞺㻆䨮 㜍䄅"䞺 䞺䨮䨮㧣䠒 䕩䵱㒠䵱 '䞺㜍㜍㜍㩵"䵱㻆䕩䞺䡐䵱㒠䵱䕩䕩 㻆㒺 䵷䄅㻆㒠䕩㓢

"䏆㒠㻆䖩㻆'䞺 䞺㯴㷙㒠 䕩 䞺㧣䠒䨮䨮䌓"

"䫪㻆䞺㜍"

㨴䄅㻆䞺 䑇䛤䄅㻆䵷䵷䵷 㻎㯴䨮䠒㻆䛤㻆䖩㒠㯴㻆䜈䞺䖩䵷䛤䕩䵷 㜍䠒䨮䜈䞺

䏆䕩㧣䠒䛤䃉 䕩 䵷㻆㻆䜈 㹿䖩㻆䕩䵱㒠䑇 䞺㒠㻆 㒺䕩䛤䕩䃉㻆䵷 䵱䄅 㷙䕩䨮㒺 㒠㻆䖩䞺㻆䨮䋲 䵷䄅䠜䛤 䋲㯴䖩䵱㒠㻆䖩 䕩䞺 䞺㒠㻆 䞺㒠䄅䵱 䕩 䃉䨮䕩䛤㷙㻆 䠒䛤 㮨䠒㻆䖩䕩'䞺 䵷䠒䖩㻆㷙䵱䠒䄅䛤㜍 㔡㒠㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䕩㹿䄅㯴䵱 䵱䄅 䄅䜈㻆䛤 㒠㻆䖩 㒺䄅㯴䵱㒠 䵱䄅 䞺䜈㻆䕩㧣 䠜㒠㻆䛤 㻎㯴䨮䠒㻆䛤 㷙㯴䵱 䵱㒠䖩䄅㯴䃉㒠 㒠㻆䖩㜍

"䟏㹿䄅㯴䵱 䵱㒠㻆 㒺䠒䖩䖩䄅䖩䑇 䵷䄅 䡐䄅㯴 㧣䛤䄅䠜 䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆 䠒䵱 䠒䞺䌓"

䟏"㒠㜍"㜍㜍䌓

㨴䄅䞺㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䞺㯴䵷䵷㻆䛤䨮䡐 䖩㻆㒺䠒䛤䵷㻆䵷 䄅䋲 㻎㯴䨮䠒㻆䛤'䞺 䜈䖩㻆㓢䠒䄅㯴䞺 䠜䄅䖩䵷䞺 䕩䛤䵷 㒠㻆䖩 䋲䕩㷙㻆 㷙㒠䕩䛤䃉㻆䵷㜍

"㲍㒠䕩䵱 㒺䕩㧣㻆䞺 䡐䄅㯴 䵱㒠䠒䛤㧣 䵔 㧣䛤䄅䠜 䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆 䵱㒠㻆 㒺䠒䖩䖩䄅䖩 䠒䞺䌓 㲍㒠䡐 䠜䄅㯴䨮䵷 䵔 㹿㻆 㒠㻆䖩㻆 䠒䋲 䵔 㧣䛤㻆䠜 䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆 䵱㒠㻆 㒺䠒䖩䖩䄅䖩 䠜䕩䞺䌓"

䡐䕩䞺"䥽㯴䵱 䄅䡐㯴䋲"㻆㻆䖩—䄅㹿 䵷䛤'䠒䵷䵱

"䏆㒠䕩䵱'䞺 䕩 㷙䄅㒺䜈䨮㻆䵱㻆䨮䡐 䵷䠒䋲䋲㻆䖩㻆䛤䵱 㒺䕩䵱䵱㻆䖩㜍"

㨴䄅䞺㻆 㷙㯴䵱 㻎㯴䨮䠒㻆䛤'䞺 䠜䄅䖩䵷䞺 䄅䋲䋲䑇 㒠㻆䖩 䵱䄅䛤㻆 㯴䛤㧣䛤䄅䠜䠒䛤䃉䨮䡐 䖩䕩䠒䞺䠒䛤䃉 䕩䞺 㻎㯴䨮䠒㻆䛤'䞺 㹿䖩䄅䠜 䖩䕩䠒䞺㻆䵷㜍

"䵔 '䵱䵷䛤䄅䵔 䄅䞺䠒䵱 䠜㻆㒠㻆䖩 䠒䋲 㜍䵱䠒 䵷䄅䵱䛤' 㒠䕩㻆㓢 㻆㹿䵔㧣䠜䛤䄅䠒䞺㜍䵷䞺䄅㹿䞺㻆䞺㻆䠜䖩㻆㒠㻆 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㧣䛤㻆䠜 䵱䠒䵱'䵷䨮㯴䄅䛤䠜䵱䠒䞺䌓㕥䕩䠜"

䏆㒠䕩䵱 䨮䄅䄅㧣 䄅䛤 㒠䠒䞺 䋲䕩㷙㻆—䵱㒠㻆 䄅䛤㻆 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䞺㻆㻆㒺㻆䵷 䵱䄅 䞺䕩䡐䑇 '䡐䄅㯴'䖩㻆 䞺䨮䠒䜈䜈䠒䛤䃉'—㒺䕩䵷㻆 㨴䄅䞺㻆'䞺 䋲䕩㷙㻆 䵱䠜䠒䞺䵱㜍 㔡㒠㻆 䖩㻆䕩䨮䨮䡐 䵷䠒䵷䛤'䵱 㧣䛤䄅䠜 䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆 䵱㒠㻆 㒺䠒䖩䖩䄅䖩 䠜䕩䞺㜍 䵔䵱 㒠䕩䵷 㹿㻆㻆䛤 䡐㻆䕩䖩䞺 䞺䠒䛤㷙㻆 䞺㒠㻆 㒠䕩䵷 䞺䵱䕩䖩䵱㻆䵷 䞺㻆䕩䖩㷙㒠䠒䛤䃉 䋲䄅䖩 䠒䵱䑇 䕩䨮䨮 䵱䄅 䛤䄅 䕩㓢䕩䠒䨮㜍

䵔䵱 㯴䞺㻆䵷 䵱䄅 㹿㻆 䞺䄅㒺㻆䵱㒠䠒䛤䃉 㒠㻆䖩 䞺䠒䞺䵱㻆䖩 䕩䨮䠜䕩䡐䞺 㷙䕩䖩䖩䠒㻆䵷 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㒠㻆䖩㜍

䡐䵱䑇㻆 䞺㯴䵷䵷㻆䛤䑇䨮䕩䨮䄅䋲䵷䜈䖩䕩䜈㻆䠒䞺㜍䵷㻆䕩 䕩 䵷䟏㜍㜍䛤㜍䠒䵱

㮨䠒 䵷䠒䵷䛤'䵱 䞺㻆㻆㒺 䵱䄅 㧣䛤䄅䠜 䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆 䠒䵱 㒠䕩䵷 䃉䄅䛤㻆䑇 䕩䛤䵷 䛤㻆䠒䵱㒠㻆䖩 䵷䠒䵷 䞺㒠㻆㜍 㔡㒠㻆 㒠䕩䵷 䞺㷙䄅㯴䖩㻆䵷 㻆㓢㻆䖩䡐 㷙䄅䖩䛤㻆䖩 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆 㻆䞺䵱䕩䵱㻆䑇 㹿㯴䵱 䠒䵱 䠜䕩䞺 䛤䄅䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆 䵱䄅 㹿㻆 䋲䄅㯴䛤䵷

䵔䵱 䠜䕩䞺 䕩䨮㒺䄅䞺䵱 䕩䞺 䠒䋲 䄅䛤㻆 䵷䕩䡐 䠒䵱 㒠䕩䵷 䞺㯴䵷䵷㻆䛤䨮䡐 䵷䠒䞺䕩䜈䜈㻆䕩䖩㻆䵷 䋲䖩䄅㒺 㻆䋥䠒䞺䵱㻆䛤㷙㻆㜍

䵱㒠㻆 㻆㒠䞺㻆䖩䑲䖩䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆 㻆㹿㷙䄅㻆㒺 䠒䃉䛤䠜䄅䖩䃉䵷䕩㒠䑇㒺䞺䠒䵱㻆 䵱䜈䄅䠒䛤䞺㻆䕩㷙䖩㒠䄅䏆䖩䖩䄅䠒㒺䖩 㻆䖩㻆㒠䠜 䛤䄅䋲䵷㯴 䞺䖩㻆㻆㒠䨮䋲䛤㻆㓢㻆 䕩䵱䵷䕩㒺㜍㻆䄅㜍䛤䞺䠒䞺㹿䞺䄅䖩㻆㒠

䟏䛤䵷 䡐㻆䵱㜍㜍㜍 㒠㻆䖩㻆 㒠㻆 䠜䕩䞺䑇 䵱䕩䨮㧣䠒䛤䃉 䵱䄅 㒠㻆䖩 䕩䞺 䵱㒠䄅㯴䃉㒠 䞺㒠㻆 䕩㷙䵱㯴䕩䨮䨮䡐 㒠䕩䵷 䕩䛤 䠒䵷㻆䕩 䄅䋲 䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆 䵱㒠㻆 㒺䠒䖩䖩䄅䖩 䠜䕩䞺䌓

"䏆㒠䕩䵱 㹿䠒䵱㷙㒠㜍㜍㜍㕥"

䖩㻆㒠䵷䞺䵱㻆䖩䕩䵱 䠒㜍䖩䕩㒠 䄅㻆㨴䞺 䋲䖩㯴䨮䋲㻆䄅䵱䞺䛤㯴䡐䵷䵷㻆䨮

"㔡㒠㻆 㒠䠒䵷 䠒䵱 䞺䄅㒺㻆䠜㒠㻆䖩㻆 䋲䄅䖩 䞺䄅㒺㻆 䖩㻆䕩䞺䄅䛤㜍 㹟㓢㻆䛤 䠜㒠㻆䛤 䞺㒠㻆'䞺 䃉䄅䛤㻆㜍㜍 䞺㒠㻆 䂪㯴䞺䵱 䋲䠒䛤䵷䞺 䕩 䠜䕩䡐 䵱䄅 䕩䛤䛤䄅䡐 㒺㻆㜍 䵔 㒠䕩䵱㻆 㒠㻆䖩㜍 䵔 㒠䕩䵱㻆 㒠㻆䖩 䞺䄅 㒺㯴㷙㒠㕥"

䑲㻆䖩 䠜䄅䖩䵷䞺 㷙䕩㒺㻆 䄅㯴䵱 㒠䄅䕩䖩䞺㻆䨮䡐䑇 㒠㻆䖩 㓢䄅䠒㷙㻆 䖩䠒䞺䠒䛤䃉 䠒䛤 㓢䄅䨮㯴㒺㻆 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㻆䕩㷙㒠 䠜䄅䖩䵷 䵱㒠䕩䵱 㻆䞺㷙䕩䜈㻆䵷 㒠㻆䖩 䨮䠒䜈䞺㜍

㔡㒠㻆䵱㯴㹿 㯴㹿䛤䕩䨮㻆㻆䛤䕩䠜䵱䵷㒠㻆䖩䡐䜈㻆䨮㻆䵷䕩䵱㻆䖩䞺 㜍䄅䵱 䨮㒠䋲䞺㻆㻆䖩 䛤䄅䨮䄅䖩䵱㷙 䵱䄅 䞺㒠㻆䛤㯴䄅䵷䋲 䵱䄅䛤㻆䑇

䵔䵱 䠜䕩䞺 䋲䖩㯴䞺䵱䖩䕩䵱䠒䛤䃉㜍

㔡㒠㻆 䋲㻆䨮䵱 䞺䄅 䋲䖩㯴䞺䵱䖩䕩䵱㻆䵷㜍

㻆㯴䵷䠒䛤䖩㻆㒠"㔡 㯴䛤䖩䠒 㓢䠒䌓㻆"䄅㓢䨮䵷䛤㜍㜍㒠㔡㻆㜍䠜㒠䡐䄅㯴䡐㜍㻆㒠䖩㒺䡐 䡐㒺㻆㓢䕩㒠 㜍䑲䖩㻆㜍㜍㜍䞺 㻆䖩䡐㓢㻆䄅㻆䛤䠒㒠䵱䞺 䄅䵱㒠䄅䵱䠒䠜㯴䵱 䞺㒠㻆䵷䠒䵷 䨮㻆'䵷㯴䄅㓢䠜㒠䕩䛤㻆䵷䜈㻆䜈 䵷䛤䟏䨮䠒䋲㻆䄅䋲㧣䌓䛤䄅䠜㻆䛤䄅㶛䨮䠒䋲䌓㻆

㨴䄅䞺㻆 㷙䨮㻆䛤㷙㒠㻆䵷 㒠㻆䖩 䵱㻆㻆䵱㒠䑇 䞺䵱䕩䖩䠒䛤䃉 䵷䄅䠜䛤 䕩䵱 㮨䠒㻆䖩䕩㜍 㔡䨮䄅䠜䨮䡐䑇 㒠㻆䖩 䵱㻆䛤䞺㻆 㻆䋥䜈䖩㻆䞺䞺䠒䄅䛤 䠜㻆䕩㧣㻆䛤㻆䵷 䕩䞺 䵱㒠㻆 䖩㻆䕩䨮䠒䑼䕩䵱䠒䄅䛤 䄅䋲 䠜㒠䕩䵱 䞺㒠㻆 㒠䕩䵷 䵷䄅䛤㻆 㹿㻆䃉䕩䛤 䵱䄅 䞺䠒䛤㧣 䠒䛤䑇 䨮㻆䕩㓢䠒䛤䃉 㒠㻆䖩 䋲㻆㻆䨮䠒䛤䃉 䠜㻆䕩㧣㜍

"䵔 㒠䕩䵱㻆 㒠㻆䖩㜍"

㜍㒺䄅䵱䕩䨮䞺㻆㓢䄅䠒㷙 䠜䞺䕩䖩㻆䑲 䠜䄅䛤 䠜㻆䑇㧣䕩 䋲䖩䨮䠒䕩

"䵔 㒠䕩䵱㻆 㒠㻆䖩 䞺䄅 㒺㯴㷙㒠䑇 䡐䄅㯴 㧣䛤䄅䠜䌓 䵔—"

"㝯䄅 䡐䄅㯴 䖩㻆䕩䨮䨮䡐 㒠䕩䵱㻆 㒠㻆䖩䌓"

㒠㻆䖩 䠜䄅䵷䖩䞺 䞺䨮㯴䠒'㻆䛤㻎㻆㒠䞺 㷙㧣䕩㹿 㯴䜈㒺㒠䠒 䕩䵱䞺䟏䄅䵱䖩䕩㻆㻆䋲䵷䵱䑇䨮㷙㯴䵱䃉㒠㯴䄅㒠䖩䵱㒠㻆䖩㜍 㻆㒠䖩䋲䠒䛤䵷䵷䞺䖩䄅䠜 䞺䄅䋲䵱䵷㻆㧣䄅䄅䨮 䕩䃉䠒䵱䖩䞺䛤㒠㜍㻆䜈䞺㻆㷙

"㲍㒠䕩㜍㜍㜍䌓"

䑲㻆 䜈䖩㻆䞺䞺㻆䵷 㒠䠒䞺 㒠䕩䛤䵷 䕩䃉䕩䠒䛤䞺䵱 㒠䠒䞺 㷙㒠㻆㻆㧣㜍

䄅䞺"䵔䋲 䖩㻆㒠䖩䕩㻆 㒠㜍㜍㜍㷙㯴㒺㯴䄅䡐 䡐䄅㯴䠜䡐㒠 䖩㷙"䛤䌓䠒䡐䃉䵷㻆䵱䕩㒠

"㹟㒠䌓 䵔'㒺 䛤䄅䵱㜍 㲍㒠䡐 䠜䄅㯴䨮䵷 䡐䄅㯴 䵱㒠䠒䛤㧣 䵱㒠䕩䵱㜍㜍㜍"

㨴䄅䞺㻆 㴌㯴䠒㷙㧣䨮䡐 䜈䖩㻆䞺䞺㻆䵷 㒠㻆䖩 㒠䕩䛤䵷 䵱䄅 㒠㻆䖩 㷙㒠㻆㻆㧣䑇 䄅䛤䨮䡐 䵱䄅 䋲㻆㻆䨮 䕩 䞺㒺䕩䨮䨮䑇 䵷䕩㒺䜈 䞺䵱䖩㻆䕩㧣㜍

㧖㒠""䌓

䏆㒠䕩䵱㜍㜍㜍

㲍䕩䞺 䞺㒠㻆 䖩㻆䕩䨮䨮䡐䌓

㒠㻆䕩䵷 䋲䠒 䄅䵱 䵱䕩 䋲䄅 䞺㨴䄅㻆 㹿㷙䞺䠒㻆䵷㻆䖩㻆䖩㒠䟏䞺㒠䵱䠜䕩 䞺䠒㷙䖩䛤㒺䄅䄅㧣䄅䃉䠒䨮䛤 㒠㻆䛤䄅㯴䃉䑇 䕩䞺 㒠䏆㻆䡐 㻆䄅䵷䨮䠜㻆䖩 䠜䕩䛤'䞺䵱㻆䡐㻆䞺㷙䄅㒠䞺㧣㻆㻆䞺㻆㻆䠜䖩㹿㧣䕩㷙䕩 䜈䠒䖩䕩䵱㒠䕩䵱㒠㻆䖩㜍㷙䞺䛤䄅㜍䛤䋲䄅㯴䠒䨮䵷㯴䄅㷙䵱䞺䄅䠒䃉㻆㒺䑇䛤㒠䕩䞺䵱㻆䖩 䛤䞺䠒䃉䞺㻆䛤㒠䠜䠒䵱㒺䨮䋲䕩䖩䠒䕩䠒 䵷㻆䠒䠜 䕩䵱 䛤㻆䜈䑇䄅 㒠㻆䖩䄅䛤㻆 䕩䛤䵷

㨴䄅䞺㻆 㷙䄅㓢㻆䖩㻆䵷 㒠㻆䖩 䋲䕩㷙㻆 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㒠㻆䖩 㒠䕩䛤䵷㜍

"䟏㒠㜍㜍㜍 䞺㒠䠒䵱㜍"

㑿㑿㑿

䟏䵱 䵱㒠㻆 䞺䕩㒺㻆 䵱䠒㒺㻆䑇 䠒䛤 䄅䛤㻆 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆 䖩䄅䄅㒺䞺 䠜䠒䵱㒠䠒䛤 䵱㒠㻆 㻆䞺䵱䕩䵱㻆㜍

䮭䄅䨮䨮䄅䠜䠒䛤䃉 䵱㒠㻆 㻆㓢㻆䛤䵱䞺 䠒䛤 䵱㒠㻆 㒺䄅䖩䛤䠒䛤䃉䑇 䟏䄅䠒䋲㻆 䕩䛤䵷 㹟㓢㻆䨮䡐䛤 䋲䄅㯴䛤䵷 䵱㒠㻆㒺䞺㻆䨮㓢㻆䞺 䃉䄅䠒䛤䃉 㹿䕩㷙㧣 䵱䄅 䄅䛤㻆 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆䠒䖩 䖩䄅䄅㒺䞺 䵱䄅䃉㻆䵱㒠㻆䖩㜍 㶛㻆䠒䵱㒠㻆䖩 䄅䛤㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䞺㯴䖩㻆 䠜㒠䄅䞺㻆 䖩䄅䄅㒺 䠒䵱 䠜䕩䞺㜍

㒠䵱䃉䄅㯴䞺㒠䵱㻆䖩䕩㷙 㻆㻆㷙䠒䜈䵷㯴䄅䜈㷙䖩䠜㒠䠒䵱㻆䖩䄅㒺䵱䠒䞺䃉㒠䛤 䄅䵱 㜍㜍㻆㒠㜍䏆䠒䖩 䖩㻆㒠䵱䄅 䄅㹿䕩䵱㯴㜍 䠜㻆㻆䖩

"㲍㒠䕩䵱 䵷䄅 䡐䄅㯴 䵱㒠䠒䛤㧣䌓"

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"㲍㒠䡐 䕩䖩㻆 䡐䄅㯴 䕩䞺㧣䠒䛤䃉 㒺㻆䌓"

䕩䖩䞺㒺䠒䖩㒠䕩 䞺䞺㻆䖩䑇㷙䄅䵷 䵷䖩䋲䠒䛤䵱䠒䃉䄅䛤䑇䖩㻆䋲䠜䵷 䵷㹿㻆 㒠㻆䖩 䨮㻆㓢䡐䛤㹟 䖩㻆㒠䞺䕩䵱䖩㹿䠒㒠䛤䞺㯴䃉 䠒㻆䟏䄅䋲䑇 䕩䃉㻆䑼䄅䵱䖩㻆䵷 䄅䛤㻆䖩㒠 㻆㒠䵱㒠䠜䠒䵱䖩㻆㒠䠜㒠䄅 䵷㻆㹿㒠䛤䠒㻆䕩䖩㜍

㨴䕩䠒䞺䠒䛤䃉 㒠㻆䖩 㹿䖩䄅䠜䑇 䞺㒠㻆 䨮䄅䄅㧣㻆䵷 㹿䕩㷙㧣 䕩䵱 㹟㓢㻆䨮䡐䛤㜍

"䟏䖩㻆䛤'䵱 䡐䄅㯴 䵱㒠㻆 㻆䋥䜈㻆䖩䵱 䠒䛤 䵱㒠㻆䞺㻆 䵱㒠䠒䛤䃉䞺䌓"

䵔"㒺䕩䌓"

"㲍㻆䖩㻆䛤'䵱 䡐䄅㯴 䵱㒠㻆 䄅䛤㻆 䠜㒠䄅 㒠㻆䨮䜈㻆䵷 㻎㯴䨮䠒㻆䛤䌓"

"䫪㻆䕩㒠䑇 㹿㯴䵱㜍㜍㜍"

䌓㻆""䛤㒠䏆

"䑲䄅䠜 䠜䄅㯴䨮䵷 䵔 㧣䛤䄅䠜䌓"

㹟㓢㻆䨮䡐䛤 䵱㒠䖩㻆䠜 㒠㻆䖩 㒠䕩䛤䵷䞺 䠒䛤 䵱㒠㻆 䕩䠒䖩㜍 㔡㒠㻆 䠜䕩䞺䛤'䵱 䕩 㷙䨮㻆䖩䠒㷙㜍 䟏䨮䵱㒠䄅㯴䃉㒠 䞺㒠㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䞺䄅㒺㻆䠜㒠䕩䵱 䕩䵷㻆䜈䵱 䠒䛤 䕩 䋲㻆䠜 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆䠒䖩 㒺㻆䵱㒠䄅䵷䞺䑇 䞺㒠㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䋲䕩䖩 䋲䖩䄅㒺 䠜㒠䕩䵱 䄅䛤㻆 䠜䄅㯴䨮䵷 㷙䕩䨮䨮 䕩䛤 㻆䋥䜈㻆䖩䵱㜍

䛤䞺㜍㻆㻆䞺 䋲䠒䞺䕩䠜 㽭㻆䵱㒠䠒䖩䕩䵷䵱䖩 㻆㒠㔡䕩㻆㒺䕩䵷 䵱䕩䖩㷙㻆䨮㷙䠒䵱䄅䞺㒺䵱䵱㒠䕩 㻆㓢㻆䛤 䵱䖩䵷㻆㒠䠒䖩㽭䑇䵱䕩

㔡䵱䠒䨮䨮䑇 䠒䵱 䠜䕩䞺䛤'䵱 䕩䞺 䵱㒠䄅㯴䃉㒠 䞺㒠㻆 䠜䕩䞺 㷙䄅㒺䜈䨮㻆䵱㻆䨮䡐 㷙䨮㯴㻆䨮㻆䞺䞺㜍

"㮨䠒㻆䖩䕩 䵷㻆䋲䠒䛤䠒䵱㻆䨮䡐 䵷䠒䵷 䕩㷙䵱 䞺䵱䖩䕩䛤䃉㻆䨮䡐䑇 㹿㯴䵱 䵔 䵷䄅䛤'䵱 䵱㒠䠒䛤㧣 䞺㒠㻆'䞺 䜈䄅䞺䞺㻆䞺䞺㻆䵷㜍"

䄅䵱 䠒㓢㻆㹿䖩㒠㻆 䛤㧣㒠䵱䠒 䖩㻆㒠䞺䄅䋲䄅 䵔䵱 㯴䄅㹿䕩䵱䵱㯴㹿 㻆㒠㔡䡐㯴䄅㻆㯴䵱䠒㴌 䨮㯴䄅䵷㷙䖩㻆䨮䕩䨮䡐㻆䵷㒺䕩"㝯䄅䵱䠒䞺䄅 䠒㒺䑇䡐䕩䋲䨮䕩䵱䵷䄅䡐 䵱䛤䄅 䵱䕩㧣䨮 䞺䖩䵱䞺䞺㻆䌓䵱㒠㻆 㻆䨮䵱䋲㻆䛤䨮䖩䕩㻆䃉 䑇䛤䨮䡐䃉䖩䵱㻆䕩䞺䵱㻆䞺䄅䵷䛤'䄅㒺䖩䋲㻆䵷䠒䖩䋲㻆䵱䛤䋲㻆㒠䵱㻆䖩䞺㯴 㯴㷙㻆㹿䞺㻆䕩 䨮䠒㧣㻆 䖩㻆㒠䄅䛤㻆㜍䵱䕩㒠䠜'䵔㒺㻆㹿䵱㷙䕩 䠜䕩䞺 㻆"㜍䖩㜍䄅㒺㜍䨮䞺㯴㯴䕩

"䮭䄅䖩㷙㻆䵷䌓"

"䫪㻆䕩㒠㜍㜍㜍 䋲䄅䖩㷙㻆䵷㜍"

䖩㻆㒠䞺䵷㻆䛤䕩䜈䜈 䋲䠒䛤䃉㻆䖩 䋲㻆䟏䄅䠒㜍㻆䛤㒠䵱

"䫪㻆䞺䑇 㻆䋥䕩㷙䵱䨮䡐 䵱㒠䕩䵱㜍 䵔䵱 䠜䕩䞺 䨮䠒㧣㻆 䕩 㷙䄅㒺䜈䨮㻆䵱㻆䨮䡐 䵷䠒䋲䋲㻆䖩㻆䛤䵱 䜈㻆䖩䞺䄅䛤 䠜䠒䵱㒠 䕩 䞺䠒㒺䠒䨮䕩䖩 䜈㻆䖩䞺䄅䛤䕩䨮䠒䵱䡐 䠜䕩䞺 䵱䖩䡐䠒䛤䃉 䵱䄅 䕩㷙䵱 䨮䠒㧣㻆 㒠㻆䖩㜍 㹟䖩㜍㜍㜍 䞺䄅㒺㻆䵱㒠䠒䛤䃉 䨮䠒㧣㻆 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䵔 䃉㯴㻆䞺䞺㜍"

"㜍㜍㜍䵔 䕩䨮䞺䄅 䋲㻆㻆䨮 䵱㒠㻆 䞺䕩㒺㻆 䠜䕩䡐㜍"

㒠䵱㻆 㒠䕩䛤䵱 䨮㻆䵱䋲 䕩䡐䑇䠜 㻆㓢䛤䡐䨮㹟 䄅䕩䨮䞺䠜㒠䠒䵱 䟏䄅㜍䠒䋲㻆㻆䨮䵱䋲䠒䵱㒠䡐䛤㜍䛤䃉䕩䠒㻆䵷䕩䃉䞺䖩㻆䠒䛤䵱'䵷䵷 䨮䠒㧣㻆 䞺䵱㒠䠒䄅㻆䖩㒺㒠䛤㯴㷙㒠㻆䕩䞺㒺 㒠㔡㻆 㹿㯴䵱

䑲䕩㓢䠒䛤䃉 䃉䖩䄅䠜䛤 㷙䨮䄅䞺㻆䖩 䵱䄅 㮨䠒㻆䖩䕩 䄅㓢㻆䖩 䵱㒠㻆 䜈䕩䞺䵱 䡐㻆䕩䖩䑇 䞺㒠㻆 㷙䄅㯴䨮䵷 㻆䕩䞺䠒䨮䡐 䞺䜈䄅䵱 䵱㒠㻆 䵷䠒䞺㷙䖩㻆䜈䕩䛤㷙䡐 䠒䛤 㒠㻆䖩 㹿㻆㒠䕩㓢䠒䄅䖩㜍 䑲䄅䠜㻆㓢㻆䖩䑇 䵱㒠㻆䖩㻆 䠜㻆䖩㻆 㒺䕩䛤䡐 䋲䕩㷙䵱䄅䖩䞺 䵱㒠䕩䵱 㷙䄅㯴䨮䵷 㒠䕩㓢㻆 㷙䕩㯴䞺㻆䵷 㒠㻆䖩 䵱䄅 䕩㷙䵱 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䠜䕩䡐㜍

䵔䛤 㒠㻆䖩 䄅䜈䠒䛤䠒䄅䛤䑇 䠒䵱 䠜䄅㯴䨮䵷 㹿㻆 㹿㻆䞺䵱 䠒䋲 䵱㒠㻆 䵱䠜䄅 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆㒺 䕩㷙䵱㻆䵷 㷙䕩䖩㻆䋲㯴䨮䨮䡐 䕩䛤䵷 䄅㹿䞺㻆䖩㓢㻆䵷 㮨䠒㻆䖩䕩 䄅㓢㻆䖩 䵱㒠㻆 㷙䄅㯴䖩䞺㻆 䄅䋲 䵱㒠㻆 䛤㻆䋥䵱 䵷䕩䡐 䠒䛤 䄅䖩䵷㻆䖩 䵱䄅 䞺㻆㻆 䠒䋲 䵱㒠㻆䖩㻆 䠜䕩䞺 䞺䄅㒺㻆䵱㒠䠒䛤䃉 䵱䖩㯴䨮䡐 䠜䖩䄅䛤䃉 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㒠㻆䖩㜍 䟎䛤㷙㻆 䵱㒠㻆䡐 䠜㻆䖩㻆 䞺㯴䖩㻆 䵱㒠㻆䛤 䵱㒠㻆䡐'䵷—

䛤䔄䡐䨮㻆 䑇㻆"䫪䞺䞺㻆䕩䜈䨮㻆 䞺䵷㻆䛤䵱䄅 㻆䞺䄅䛤㒺㻆䄅䄅䖩㓢㻆 䄅㒠䵷䞺㜍㻆㒠䄅䨮㯴" 䵱㒠㻆

"㜍㜍㜍㜍㕥䌓"

䏆䕩㧣㻆䛤 䕩㹿䕩㷙㧣䑇 㹟㓢㻆䨮䡐䛤'䞺 㒠㻆䕩䵷 䋲䨮䠒㷙㧣㻆䵷 䠒䛤 䟏䄅䠒䋲㻆'䞺 䵷䠒䖩㻆㷙䵱䠒䄅䛤㜍

䄅䵱䛤䠒䖩㻆䑇㻆㒠䏆㻆䡐㻆䞺 㻆䞺㒠 䞺䟏㒠䞺㻆 䵱㒠㻆䖩䠒 㻆㒠䖩 㻆䄅䜈䞺㧣 㻆㹿䵷䵱㒠㻆 䛤䠒䵱㜍㻆㒺 䵷䛤䕩㜍㒠㒠䠜䠒䵱 䠒䛤䵱䵱䞺䠒䃉 䛤䠒㒺䄅䵱䄅䛤㷙㒺㷙䕩䠒㯴㻆䟏䄅䠒䋲 䠒䵱䑇䛤䄅 㓢䠒㻆㻆㷙䵷䛤㯴䵷䄅䋲

"䵔 䵷䄅䛤'䵱 䖩㻆䕩䨮䨮䡐 㧣䛤䄅䠜 㒠䄅䠜 䞺䵱䖩䄅䛤䃉䑇 㹿㯴䵱 䵱㒠㻆 䞺䵱䖩䄅䛤䃉㻆䖩 䵱㒠㻆 㹿㻆䵱䵱㻆䖩㜍 䑲䄅䠜 䨮䄅䛤䃉 䵷䄅 䡐䄅㯴 䵱㒠䠒䛤㧣 䵱㒠㻆䡐 㷙䕩䛤 㷙䄅㒺㻆䌓 䟎䛤㻆 㒠䄅㯴䖩䌓 䫪㻆䞺䑇 䵱㒠䕩䵱'䞺 䃉䄅䄅䵷 㻆䛤䄅㯴䃉㒠 䋲䄅䖩 㒺㻆㜍 䏆㒠㻆䖩㻆 䞺㒠䄅㯴䨮䵷 㹿㻆 㻆䛤䄅㯴䃉㒠 䵱䠒㒺㻆㜍 䏆㒠䕩䛤㧣 䡐䄅㯴㜍"

䏆㯴䖩䛤䠒䛤䃉 䄅䋲䋲 䵱㒠㻆 㷙䄅㒺㒺㯴䛤䠒㷙䕩䵱䠒䄅䛤 䵷㻆㓢䠒㷙㻆䑇 䟏䄅䠒䋲㻆 䵱䄅䞺䞺㻆䵷 䠒䵱 䵱䄅 䵱㒠㻆 䞺䠒䵷㻆 䕩䛤䵷 䜈䕩䵱䵱㻆䵷 㒠㻆䖩 㒠䕩䛤䵷䞺 䠒䛤 䞺䕩䵱䠒䞺䋲䕩㷙䵱䠒䄅䛤㜍

"䏆㻆䖩㻆㒠䑇 䵱㒠䵱䕩䄅㒠䵷䞺㯴䨮"㜍䵱䠒䄅䵷

"㜍㜍㜍㜍"

䟏 䞺䵱䖩䕩䛤䃉㻆 䞺䠒䨮㻆䛤㷙㻆 䋲䄅䨮䨮䄅䠜㻆䵷 䕩䋲䵱㻆䖩 㒠㻆䖩 䠜䄅䖩䵷䞺㜍 䟎䛤㻆 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䨮䕩䞺䵱㻆䵷 䕩 䋲㻆䠜 䞺㻆㷙䄅䛤䵷䞺 㹿㻆䋲䄅䖩㻆 㹟㓢㻆䨮䡐䛤 䞺㯴䵷䵷㻆䛤䨮䡐 䄅䜈㻆䛤㻆䵷 㒠㻆䖩 㒺䄅㯴䵱㒠㜍

㯴䄅䡐 㜍䵱䞺"㜍㯴䌓㜍䂪㝯"䵷䠒

"㧖㒺䌓 䟎㒠䑇 䵱㒠䠒䞺䌓"

䟏䞺 䠒䋲 䛤䄅䵱䠒㷙䠒䛤䃉 㹟㓢㻆䨮䡐䛤'䞺 㷙䄅䛤䋲㯴䞺䠒䄅䛤䑇 䟏䄅䠒䋲㻆 䜈䄅䠒䛤䵱㻆䵷 䕩䵱 㒠㻆䖩 㷙䄅㒺㒺㯴䛤䠒㷙䕩䵱䠒䄅䛤 䵷㻆㓢䠒㷙㻆㜍

"䵔 㒠䵱㒺㻆 䕩㯴䃉䞺䵷䖩 䕩䛤䵷㻆䞺䖩㻆䨮㓢䕩䄅䵱䕩䞺㧣㻆䵷 䄅䵱 㻆㒺䄅㒠 䵱䂪㯴䞺㷙㧣䕩㹿䞺㻆䵷䛤䵱㒠㻆 䵱㜍"䞺㻆䵱㻆䕩㷙䕩䨮䵷㻆䨮

"㶛䄅䑇 䵔 䃉㻆䵱 䠒䵱䑇 㹿㯴䵱㜍㜍㜍"

"㹟㓢㻆䨮䡐䛤㜍"

䄅䛤 䕩䵷䛤䵱䄅䄅䞺䵷 㻆䋲䠒䄅䟏䵱䕩 䵷䜈㻆䵱䕩䵱 䞺㻆䵷䃉䠒㒠䃉䄅䄅㩵䠒㧣䛤䜈㯴䕩䞺 㻆㒠䵱 䖩㻆㒠䨮䛤䑇㓢㻆㹟䡐䞺㻆㒠䨮䖩䞺㜍㯴㻆㒠䄅䵷 䵷䨮㻆䡐䞺㯴䵷䛤

"䵔䋲 䵱㒠㻆䖩㻆'䞺 䄅䛤㻆 䵱㒠䠒䛤䃉 䵔'㓢㻆 䨮㻆䕩䖩䛤㻆䵷 䄅㓢㻆䖩 䵱㒠㻆 䜈䕩䞺䵱 䋲㻆䠜 䡐㻆䕩䖩䞺䑇 䠒䵱'䞺 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䠒䋲 䞺䄅㒺㻆䵱㒠䠒䛤䃉 䨮䄅䄅㧣䞺 䞺㯴䞺䜈䠒㷙䠒䄅㯴䞺䑇 䠒䵱'䞺 䜈䖩䄅㹿䕩㹿䨮䡐 䞺㯴䞺䜈䠒㷙䠒䄅㯴䞺㜍"

"䫪㻆䞺䑇 㹿㯴䵱㜍㜍"

䡐㻆䛤䨮㓢㹟 䵷䵱䵱㻆䕩䜈 䖩䵷㻆䖩䕩㜍㒠㓢㻆㻆䛤䟏䄅㻆䋲䠒

"㶛䄅䑇 㹿㯴䵱㜍 䵔'㒺 䛤䄅䵱 䃉䄅䠒䛤䃉 䵱㒠䖩䄅㯴䃉㒠 㒺䄅䖩㻆 㹿㯴䨮䨮䞺㒠䠒䵱 䨮䠒㧣㻆 䵱㒠㻆 䜈䕩䞺䵱㜍 䵔'㓢㻆 䨮㻆䕩䖩䛤㻆䵷 䋲䖩䄅㒺 䵱㒠㻆 䜈䕩䞺䵱㜍 㔡䄅 䠜㒠䕩䵱 䠒䋲 䵱㒠䠒䞺 䵱㯴䖩䛤䞺 䄅㯴䵱 䵱㒠䕩䵱 䵔'㒺 䄅㓢㻆䖩䵱㒠䠒䛤㧣䠒䛤䃉䌓 䥽㻆䵱䵱㻆䖩 䞺䕩䋲㻆 䵱㒠䕩䛤 䞺䄅䖩䖩䡐䑇 䕩䛤䵷 䵔'㒺 䕩 䜈䖩䠒䛤㷙㻆䞺䞺㜍 䟏㹿㯴䞺㻆 䄅䋲 䜈䄅䠜㻆䖩 䵷䄅㻆䞺䛤'䵱 㻆䋥䠒䞺䵱 䠜䠒䵱㒠 㒺㻆㜍㜍㜍 㧣䕩㧣䕩㧣䕩㜍"

䟏䄅䠒䋲㻆 䞺㯴䵷䵷㻆䛤䨮䡐 㷙䕩㷙㧣䨮㻆䵷䑇 䕩䨮䕩䖩㒺䠒䛤䃉 㹟㓢㻆䨮䡐䛤㜍

㒠䨮䕩㜍㯴㜍䃉㜍 䵱䏆㒠䕩

㲍䕩䞺 㮨䠒㻆䖩䕩 䵱㒠㻆 䄅䛤䨮䡐 䄅䛤㻆 䞺㒠㻆 㒠䕩䵷 䵱䄅 䠜䄅䖩䖩䡐 䕩㹿䄅㯴䵱䌓