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... a-san really didn’t want Volken to turn into an Armed Librarian until the very end.”

“Is that so?”

Hamyuts didn’t think so. Based on the result, Photona was the one to guide him to that path.

“Photona-san cherished him. He wanted him to make his dream come true. But at the same time, he didn’t want him to become an Armed Librarian.

I believe that he always hesitated.”

“What do you mean?”

“Volken’s strong. If he grows up, he might eventually climb u ...

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