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... lete the magic blood.

Ariana happily showed John the paintings she had drawn these days.

"Who is this girl?"

John glanced over, pleased with Ariana's recovery.

It was the right thing to do to stay with her family, and Ariana needed this feeling of not being watched over.

Perhaps because of Aberforth's influence, Ariana fell in love with drawing.

This painting is from Budapest. It is a square with a red-haired girl.

She looks young, probably about ...

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