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... ce of her earlier defeat.

She placed a hand on Shiruko’s back, rubbing it gently to help her recover. "Let’s wait for my sister to catch her breath. When she’s ready, we’ll introduce ourselves properly," she said, her tone suddenly shifting into something more measured and formal.

Haruto raised a brow, leaning back slightly as his arms rested on the tatami.

"Why the sudden change of tone? Are you two spies or something?"

He chuckled, half-joking as he tried to lig ...

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