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... obtained this time, someone knocked on the door of his office.

“Enter.”

The one who entered was Setsuna. Even now, Sol had a hard time adapting to Setsuna's new style. Though the golden hair suited her quite beautifully.

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“Sol, it’s time for me to move.”

“Hum…”

Sol leaned back on his chair and observed Setsuna. His eyes shined as he analyzed her fate once again and wondered if there was any hidden danger. ...

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