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... figures emerged from the void. Mel shuddered a little at a certain forewarning. That’s odd. As a Witch, she rarely feared anything or anyone, other than a Witch of Wrath, a smiley Saintess, and ’colorful’ cookings by Sis Saria. She hoped to face the former two rather than eat a single ’dinner’ by the lazy, retired Knight.
Unaware of her Master’s turmoil, the catgirl maid dangled the skeleton with one hand like a piñata to her. "Master, where should we dump this body?"
The Witch’ ...
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