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... incident with Dominic. I decided to use a different means of getting back to our house. The safest way I knew. I was standing in the room with the UV light turned off and I held Ai’s hand tightly because she was still a bit emotional from before.

"Akira," I called and the noble with brown eyes appeared right before us in casual attire. "Looks like you have got yourself some new clothes."

"I’m sorry Kazuki-sama, my usual clothes are sent out too dry because they had been damaged a ...

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