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... center of Vienna.

There, three women sat quietly in their seats. The three women were dressed in fairly comfortable clothes for drinking tea, a privilege of the upper class.

At first glance, they did not seem like aristocrats but more like adventurers or those engaged in similar endeavors. They possessed considerable skills to be able to visit a place like this without any burden.

However, despite sipping expensive tea, there was a rather chilly atmosphere at the table wh ...

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