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Even without fully understanding anything, her resolve—forged from her own self-inflicted curse—blazed with the darkness born from a woman who had lost everything.
"Is that so? Heheh… then don't worry! I will help you win the Holy War, master~! I will bring back a smile to that face. That is my duty as an artist and entertainer."
"O-Okay… What… do I do now?"
"Hm? You don't have to worry! I'll do it all myself! Just sit there and— Oh wow, is this a comic book? I loooove comic books—wow! Japanese? I can read it though!"
The young heroic spirit held the Japanese comic book and began reading it, fascinated by the creative liberties and the raw, more mature storytelling.
"Amazing! This is so good! But it's in black and white, huh? I wish it had some color but whatever~ What is this?"
"T-Takeru… my boy… he used to love that manga…"
"…Is that so? Hmm… alright! It holds a lot of emotional attachment. May I use it?"
"Eh? For what?"
