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... s life of his, then his answer was...

—Come here, my little Loryarc~...

... Love.

A warm and safe feeling thing.

Something he couldn't have in his previous life.

—What's wrong? Hm, you wet yourself... Fufu, it's okay. Marie would wash the bed later. Let's sleep with Mom instead for tonight.

But now.

He... Have it.

The love.

Inside his head.

Something he borrowed from his predecessor.

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