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... n to write his next self-criticism.
Mira suspected he was using his sour mood as an excuse to indulge a bit, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to stop him.
True to his word, Makarov lit a lamp after a few cups and got to work. His quill flew across the page with practiced ease, as if the words were pouring from a bottomless spring.
A hundred self-criticisms written after a drinking contest? Poor old man.
Rhodes made sure to check on him later in the eveni ...
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