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... py to see me? But rest assured, I'm only here to help."

The president shook his head in disbelief, causing the crimson-haired girl to chuckle.

"Whether you accept it or not doesn't really matter, to be honest. Everyone who really matters else believes in me already, after all. If you do as you are told, things will just be a little easier. Plus… you won't have to suffer as much."

The president's face turned pale. "Y-You… just what are you planning to do? Even if you've so ...

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