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... tes of walking later, Mira followed a route similar to the one she had taken the day before when heading to the Union. However, this time she bypassed the Union and instead entered the building next to it.

「I believe they said it’s on the second floor here.」

At first glance, it appeared to be a lodging house right next to the Spellcasters’ Union. It was three stories tall and slightly larger than a noble’s mansion, yet its exterior was relatively plain, constructed of wood and st ...

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