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... aid Vahn, gently tousling Riko's hair as their four-month stay in the Tower reached its final moments.

"Blow my whistle or call out to you with all my heart~!" responded Riko, pumping her fists in a guts pose and doing her best to seem upbeat but unable to stop her large green eyes from tearing up.

"Hey, now...no need to tear up..." remarked Vahn, his expression and tone softening as he reminded, "We can always chat via the System, and I'll be sure to drop in on your birthday or ...

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