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... a thing. To think that a Trinity God is crouching on the ground watching children play with mud.
Ange nods.
“Which deity is it?”
“The God of Farming.”
“I knew it.” Negris has an “I knew it” expression: “So is this considered defining a Divine Art now? Can you use this divine art?”
Ange nods his head, kneads a bone out of the mud and picks it up.
The mud-kneaded bone turns instantly into a bone made of straw.
“…Can it only change to straw? C ...
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