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... ords gathered.

It had been a long time since the six sisters last met.

Logically, they should be excited.

However, from the beginning, Airi had been impatient, as if wanting to leave as soon as possible.

The six sisters reacted differently to Airi’s behavior.

“Return to the Human Realm?” Sara said, exasperated, “You just came back a few days ago, and you’re already in such a hurry to go back?”

Sara’s resentment was obvious, even tinged with a hint ...

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“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

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