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"......."
Eustia didn't answer, perhaps because he was angry.
I didn't want an answer anyway, so I put a bunch of freshly pulled hair in his pocket.
Called the walking magic stone, Eustia's hair was precious.
Eustia's gaze, looking at his hair that had fallen halfway to the floor, became bitter.
Eustia didn't answer, perhaps because he was angry.
I didn't want an answer anyway, so I put a bunch of freshly pulled hair in his pocket.
Called the walking magic stone, Eustia's hair was precious.
Eustia's gaze, looking at his hair that had fallen halfway to the floor, became bitter.