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— Ah, Futaba! Your voice, as cold as steel, pierces my heart! — The King theatrically places his right hand on his left chest and feigns agony. — But even on a hot July day, coolness can be pleasant!
With a blush on his cheeks, His Majesty cheerfully runs towards Futaba, trying to catch her in his arms.