Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"I don't want to put it on me."

"I've had enough."

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A mystery that ice-solves from compassion. I wish things were that easy to understand. Standing up and facing each other, we don't feel any discomfort at the interruption of the conversation. Bang, and a sound, turning around, the pigeon hitting the glass slips off to the sloppy ground. He headed there, unlocked, and held a gray pigeon by his back. Maybe he had a concussion, too? When I felt the signs and looked around, Calciras and users surrounded me. I tried calling the pigeons, but they didn't respond. I built the copepad and tried it on my beak. unresponsive. My hands appeared over my pigeon's head all the time. When I looked behind my back, the prince was casting a spell. But it doesn't work. A turban man with a first aid kit came and took the liquid medicine out of that wooden box. I poured that into the mouth of a pigeon.