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... he emblem of the Silence Tower.

'It's serene.'

Indeed, a first-class designer.

He captured the calm and unobtrusive feeling that Reed had wanted.

"How is it?"

Phoebe, who had been watching him, responded.

"I want to quit."

"What?"

"I want to quit being the Tower Master's deputy, quit being part of the Silence Tower, and even become a noble of the Asteriafamily to participate!"

Phoebe whined like a child.

Reed looked at her with a pitifu ...

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