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... top button if you ever wanted to see me. And when we meet again, I will adhere to one request of yours."

"Thanks." As Azzy looked at it curiously, the demigod added as an afterthought, "I'm sure that our meeting will happen, a lot sooner than you think. Then, I will take back my tempus."

"I'll be waiting, Lord Garcia." A voice escaped from the pocket watch in response to its master's words, startling Azzy for a moment. Azzy then saw a cartoonish face appear on the dial. Its eyes ...

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