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... ke pets? Like… you know how people in the Empire raise different animals and monsters as hobbies. They’re called pets.”


“Pets!”


Benjamin glared. The children were indeed being well taken care of. It was like they were being cared for as pets.


“They are all kids. Look at them! But old enough that they don’t need a mother.”


Benjamin was shocked.


‘I… I’ve got to let people ...

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