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Camistella turned to the artist.
“Come on, I’m not doing anything unnatural with Nebos. After all, it’s not me, but him who is the dominant personality here,” the Lunarian shook her head. “Nebos doesn’t seek adventures; adventures seek Nebos. You can never be sure that he’s sleeping at night and not exploring caves and mines. So, if the last night left you with a slight ache in your back, my friend, which is highly unlikely, then it was just hospitality, and nothing more. We will all die someday, but Nebos will remain.”
The game was delayed, and Camistella was slowly starting to get bored. And it was better not to know what the fungal revenge might be like if Nebos found out about the fate of his only kin.