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... red my throat. I poured some ale on my mouth to soften my throat. I tried to “swallow” my anxiety and frustration.
Caria narrowed her eyes and bit her tiny lips. She stared fixedly at me as she waited for some sort of meaningful reply.
Please, give me a break. This situation felt so awkward and uncomfortable that I almost couldn’t breathe.
「I see. For the sake of your childhood friend. That makes sense. That’s why you’re willing to walk on “burning iron”.」
Caria n ...
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