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Thanks to this, Seol Ganom was drenched with water once again today.
Yesterday and the day before, he just stared with a reproachful look, water dripping from him.
But today, for some reason, his gaze was trembling with hesitation.
Qing asked with a sour face.
"What the… What’s with that look?"
"You said you were not a Demonic Cult disciple. But were you actually a witch from the Blood Cult?"
"Oing? Ehh? Blood Cult?"
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