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... t... by any chance, are you even eating anything at all?"

Meren asked with a raised brow.

She was seated at the end of the dining table, Kika and Erica joining her.

As preparation for the civil war about to take place, Meren decided it was best to stay in the Montclair Barony for a while, at least until she gets reports from the scouts.

Also, she viewed it as a good opportunity to finally speak with Kika after so long.

To her surprise, her old friend looke ...

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