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... he would be killed by a beast and captured by the Asuras, becoming trapped in the Asura's cage himself.

However, as she looked into his eyes, Rose couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment and guilt for her past actions. She wanted to make amends, and so she decided to adopt a more affectionate attitude toward him, emulating the role of a caring little sister that he had wanted her to be during their first meeting.

Seeing the vulnerability in Rose's eyes, Rio felt a sense o ...

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