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... as my ship.
Einhorn, with its distinctive single horn at the bow, moves through the blue sky.
When I go out on the deck, Livia, who receives a strong wind, talks to me with her hand in her hair.
“Leon-san, what kind of magic did you use?”
“Magic?”
“It’s Ange, Ange! Not long ago, she was depressed that Leon-san would hate her, but yesterday she couldn’t sleep because she was so excited about our departure.”
As I recall, the same thing happened when ...
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