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... f birth.


That alone gave the children a sense of relief.


There is no one in Brünnhilde who can defy her. Even the sword god, the various blades, the martial god, and the martial arts were treated like children, and even the winter night, the king, did not raise his head.


All the children, including Alice, loved such a time.


Floating in the darkness, the coon asks the time.


"Auntie Tokie, what is the intersection of dimensions? Why are we here?"

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