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... go well?" Rizevim looked at the silver-haired youth who had just returned to the base with amusement.

"Rizevim-sama, sorry to keep you waiting." Euclid did not show it on his face, on the surface he was still smiling faintly as usual. Everyone there didn't feel anything wrong, only Rizevim immediately realized he was in a bad mood due to being rejected by his older sister.

"We don't need to hold back. Unless we, Eiji and all those who stand in the way of our plans deserve to be ...

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