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... elf looking at her son who broke down earlier sleeping peacefully in Mei’s embrace. She felt a little jealous especially seeing Kazuya’s unusual attachment to Mei. She wondered if he would someday recover his memories of her but was scared that it was accompanied by bad ones since she was not able to discover his difficulties. One thing was for sure, her son totally regarded her assistant as an important part of his life and it may even compare to hers.

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