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... or me. If it were someone else, they would have wailed."
She doesn’t forget to boast about how she endured because it was herself.
After kissing the back of her hand once more, Iola stood up, and the door suddenly creaked open.
Without knocking, Ranken entered and tilted his head when he saw Viretta.
"Why are you crying?"
Ranken, who knew Viretta well, didn’t immediately scold Iola. He only seemed curious as he glanced between Viretta and Iola.
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