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... probably snap a little, Hikaru thought.

「What the…」Hikaru stopped in his tracks.

「Hmm?」Lavia followed his eyes as well.「Oh…」

They spotted a single food cart, seemingly thriving as customers constantly lined up. Even in this cold weather, there were still food carts out. Not the ones with only a simple roof, though. In the winter, the carts were actually covered by boards to keep out the cold.

The stall’s keeper—a blonde man with a solid build who looked better off as an ...

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