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... ss trusted Feld, but the fact that it didn’t feel like I would be able to escape with how strong Feld was and my uneasiness in regard to close quarter combat just by relying on that woman’s “knowledge” made me decided to obediently accepted his offer.

We woke up together in the morning of the next day. Feld shared his black bread with me and we lightly toasted it over the fire before having breakfast. The children in the orphanage often complained 『Black bread is hard and taste bad so I wa ...

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