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... isunderstand!”

“It’s Leo’s fault for not realizing. You should learn from big brother.”

Leo, who had been on guard for a possible enemy attack, scolded Lappy for causing an unnecessary alarm. However, Lappy, far from apologizing, defiantly argued that it was Leo’s fault for not recognizing that it was her.

Unlike Hilda and Chris, whom Lappy was meeting for the first time, Leo should have been well aware of his comrade Lappy. In fact, Antares had recognized Lappy’s antics ...

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