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... t is this girl even saying?

「No no, you just saw that PK guy, right? Even though we had more people on our side, we couldn’t even beat someone at level 5. We are still level 3, you know?」

「It’s impossible even if it’s only one!?」

「…unlike that PK they probably won’t heal themselves, so it’s not like we won’t be able to defeat them. If we are talking about efficiency…no, let’s give it a try. I’ll try to support you properly」

「Fufufu, I actually have a secret weapon!」

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

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“That’s…” (Molitia)

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