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Volume 3, Afterword
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... filled the air.
“Haaaaa!”
In such a hellish battlefield, a girl with red hair was dancing beautifully. She danced as if she were slicing through a nightmare scene, scattering the smell of death in the air.
Each time she danced, screams, shouts, and all sorts of vindictiveness were created. But no matter how many enemy soldiers she cut down, no matter how many piles of corpses she built up.
――this desperate situation would not change.
The girl let out a rag ...
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