Siverfale
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A few days after the second round, a journalist seemingly appeared out of nowhere in front of Parfynora, catching her in one of the many corridors.
— Hey, Tanoshi! — he said cheerfully. — Congratulations on another brilliant victory! Class III, hurray, hurray, hurray! — He happily congratulated the girl, and then said that information about the next opponent would cost 10,000 Rum.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?