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"Dad."


Emilia's voice resounded through the place.


I looked at her with a wry smile.


So it ended like this, huh.


"As expected, you brought Emilia."


"We could not fight without her, don't you think?" Ysnay said with an amused chuckle. "In this kind of party, more is merrier."


Merrier? I don't want to imagine how much destruction five Immortals in the same place can cause.


"*Whistle* ...

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