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- Those who are confident in themselves are usually digested in the stomach of monsters... Will you be yellow or white? - he asks, clearly referring to tea. - A title is a title; it may mean something, or it may mean nothing at all. Perhaps the rumors about me are greatly exaggerated, and in reality, I have never set foot beyond the border of Iczakan!
—And an insecure weakling will simply die in his cave, alone, perhaps living a little longer, but no less meaninglessly. Hmm, white, I suppose. —Dor wondered if he had ever tried underground tea. —If you haven't been there, then I feel sorry for the guys who are currently risking their necks, running around underground in search of you!