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I flung the window open, and a cool breeze rushed in.
“You’ll catch a cold like that.”
“…You’re not saying that to me, are you?”
As I sat on the window ledge, welcoming the cold breeze, a worried voice rang out from behind me.
It was Alois, who had brought me the cold water that I requested. He placed a basin down by my feet and winked.
“Just kidding. But a cold wind really isn’t good for patients.”
“You’re the only one who would call a Saintess a patient.”Read More »Emilone’s Temptation Labyrinth – Chapter 128