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... aura and Kurokawa are staring while following in my footsteps. I can feel the coldness of the gazes. They want to keep their eyes on me, to make I can not do anything weird.

Around me, except for the soft sound of the footsteps, there is no more sound coming from behind.

Even after kneeling and prostrating, begging for help, they still did not help but watch me leave the room.

Laura and Kurokawa still did not bulge with my prostration. Even when I took down my ego when my ...

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