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... y surprised?

“I’m saying that it’s alright to let go of the burdens that bind you. Even if you quit, I’ll take measures to ensure it doesn’t affect your life…”

“I don’t want to quit!”

Uh-oh, a surprise.

Startled, Ophelia dithered back and then bowed her head.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice… but I have no intention of quitting as a Saintess Candidate. Please let me continue!”

Ophelia’s voice carried a sense of earnestness.

‘She seems sincer ...

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