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    Amish was scared, scared of the demon king


    The blonde girl was right beside Amish comforting him, patting him on his head, Amish sat there crying and bawling his eyes out


    ”Come on Amish, he’s gone, you don’t have to worry about him anymore”.


    Amish immediately got better, it was like he never started to go through depression


    ”Is she going to be part of our party now Amish”?


    She stood up and exclaimed


    ”My name’s Amira, I’m his childhood friend”.


    My party was entirely made up of crazy people, I feel like I’m the only normal person here


    ”Everyone, we’ll need to stockpile on some more food, we’ll go in a single group but we’ll have to make sure we don’t stray too far from each other”.