"With Monica, a mage as exceptional as her by his side, Linda must be very happy," Aiko said with a faint, gentle smile, steering her magic wheelchair over to Monica's side.
"To actually get something like that—his luck is simply outrageous," Stry muttered, feeling a sour taste in her mouth.
It was as if everyone had swallowed coptis root; a bitter taste lingered on their tongues.
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