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... that this time, he was facing a devil who never did anything in a conventional way. If Ru could be defined as a normal one, wouldn’t it be an insult to her prideful self?

Sure enough, Ru didn’t place him down. She raised him over her head and overthrew his body. Where? On the ground? Naw! That might have broken his bones and she’d easily be caught for that.

So what she chose was...

"Plop!"

The sound of a heavy thing falling into the water was heard in the silence ...

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