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... oice as it belonged to the young clerk from before. (That clerk is a fast one isn't he) thought Lyon with a chuckle.
Not so long ago, the clerk was carrying a young unconscious alchemist to his resident but now he was already downstairs.
The princess quickly wiped her remaining tears and fixed her expression. It was almost natural for her to do so, being groomed as a princess had its own merits.
The sound of wooden stairs being stepped up on was heard as the clerk's head ...
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