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“Ask something else, or I will butcher this table to make scraps”
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Hmph...Does she think of me as some kind of shameless bastard? Well, I did consider it before, but I don''t care either way about her stupid uncle. Murai thought, aware of a tinge of anger aimed at Lazar which was undoubtedly in his heart.
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Tsch... Why does she ask this? I don''t care about it, but fine... It may reveal what she knows about me through that extension of that god. Fine. Murai nods with an apprehensive look, interested in what she found out from the previous thing of that Divinity that wasn''t hers.
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She is right. More or less, but she asks everything with unintentional openness. I am not from the Battleworld though, but not like it matters.
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This f.... girl. Is she... No. She is an honest type. I can tell that and she feels like a literal disaster. So a Vermillion? Have I heard that name before? If she already has the priesthood under herself, I bet she is not a weak god. Which Rank? Degree of Path? Is she? No... She still has this religion, of course, she wouldn''t touch the Greater Sky. Murai deducted from this conversation, as well from the feeling of being seen through by that Divinity. But what he can get from this were different things than he wanted.
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“How in the flying duck does she expect me to answer that normally?” Murai scowled inside, turning his beak to smack this girl who can''t even form an easy-sounding question.
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