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... by his side? Not to mention the things that must have been siphoned off while he was pretending to work for me." (Queen Melissa)

"I imagine a lot." (I)

"But that doesn't change the fact that I have information to trade and you have items I consider of value." (I)

"..." (I)

She doesn't show it with her expression, I'm also not able to feel her Aura because I'm very weak, but Yomi felt the danger and crossed a wall to land on my shoulder.

"How about in addi ...

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