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What happened unfolded before Alaria’s eyes in a matter of seconds. One moment, Tsukiko was opening the door to another room, and the next, she was attacking the tanar with a katana. *“Is this the end of my journey?”* the girl thought as darkness began to cloud her vision. However, soon, rays of light began to pierce through this darkness. Rays, among which her recent attacker was feeding the inquisitor… a cake? Slightly disconcerted by the absurdity of the situation, Alaria didn’t know what to say. However, she soon managed to regain her composure.
- I see you don’t think twice before drawing your sword? You owe me one! - the tanar smirked, - But you were right about the cake. It really is delicious. I’ve never tasted anything like it.