Happy Life
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- Okamisama... - the priestess sighs, closing her eyes and massaging her temples; this conversation was almost giving her a headache. - There's no other way with him, - she shakes her head. - He knows he's talking nonsense, and yet he continues to do it deliberately. He's not so bold with Sonata... - coming out of her daze, she turns her gaze back to her interlocutor. - My apologies for this tiring and not particularly useful exchange, Yun-kun. From your side, perhaps my definition of art sounded like dilettantism, but still, it's what I feel.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
