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So a bunch of powerful lunatics, who have Blessed statuses think of themselves as superior? It seems some assholes are trying to use these paws to clench some grudges, hoping to reach some sort of understanding by spending the lives of mortals and beasts alike. What a fucking joke. Murai sneered inside, but he still remained his mana in check. It wasn''t perfect but passable to let the mana forcefully remain in his core. It was like not breathing but with Beast Core instead.
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thing called training, Iris returned to her walk toward Cinnar.
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Am I stupid, or too naive? Disagreeing and remaining in that village was a possible way to... Nah. It was a possibility, but this is a gamble. I will take my chances with the church. Murai thought, hiding in the bucket.
Iris voiced the matters in her own style, while I could live through this regardless of my choice. Gods are gods, while I am myself. Whatever the church has to offer, I may take my leave in some way... or die miserably. Sounds good to me, but since Vermillion seems neutral to straight-up righteous god, then it is fine. At least it is not some Chaos God. Those are some nasty fellows.
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