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... Tricking everybody. He's done most everything with his magic.

'It's me who used magic, but so what.'

Lucas accepted the fact like it was nothing. And he also said that there might be side effects if that person was weak. Eek, I get mad just thinking about it.

After that, that idiot annoyed me much. I don't remember how much I shouted at him not to use those dangerous magic on people. Lucas who would say 'It's my choice' had changed a lot seeing he said okay to my saying.

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