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My hurried footsteps echoed loudly through the eerily quiet streets of Londan, where not a soul could be seen.

I felt a deep sense of urgency rising from within—something I wouldn’t normally notice.

The Saint had mentioned something.

That among all the Foreign Entities, the Record Keeper was the highest.

Maybe—just maybe—she could help me. If she’s the one who watches over everything without reason, perhaps she’ll lend me her aid.

「...Have we be ...

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