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... inger to block the charging red head. Unexpectedly, Ellen can't even make his finger bend no matter how she forced it.

"Calm down Lele. Or would you want me to announce many secrets of your childhood to them?" Shockingly, the raging tempest calmed down and just hatefully snorted at him. Luna heaved a sigh of relief while Anne was a bit surprised.

"How rare…" she whispered.

"What is?" Mark asked.

"For her to calm down just like that." Anne explained, "Normally when ...

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