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... found the lark perched on his shoulder, belting out a pretty cry.
“Ah, this is the Magic Tower’s—”
Before he could finish his sentence, the lark pecked at his lips with its beak.
‘It pecked him?! It looks so pure but why is it so violent?!’ Kynemeia was gaping when Eian smiled and continued from where he left off.
“It’s a familiar that followed me from the Magic Tower.”
“Familiaar?”
Kynemeia was so in ...
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