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... and wasn’t complete. Rather, Grid resembled Zeratul at the time of the holy war. It meant he was fighting against the odds.


Marie Rose wanted to give Grid enough caution. However, she suppressed her heart and didn’t say it. She had faith that Grid would do well.


“Yes...”


“Huhut.”


The sight of Grid shaking while promising a reunion made Marie Rose smile. It was cute. It felt like he was seeing a child whining for nothing. She was looking forward to the ...

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