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... voices could be in response to either.
Since Inglis was at zero distance from the tragedy, she had blood splattered on her cheeks and hair.
「Glis! Are you okay!?」
Rafinha came running over and wiped her cheek with a handkerchief.
「Ah, yeah. I’m fine.」
Seeing Inglis’ condition, Abel gave her a cold smirk.
「Hmph. You remain unfazed even after being drenched in blood, you have some nerve, don’t you? And yet those burly men over there are shrieking like babies.」< ...
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