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... >My mother burned to death.
A surging white flame. My mother's hands painfully scraped against the wall to the point her nails would be crushed.
At the time, young Figaro didn't know why things like that happened.
"Your mom had the privilege to be chosen by the 'Essence of the Saintess'. However, her lack of faith and piety prevented her body from enduring it."
"It's a shame, but we can’t do anything about it."
He couldn't be convinced by what the adults said.
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