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“Big Eyes.”

Enkrid called out to the muttering Krais.

Blink.

Krais blinked, looking at him.

What is causing this anxiety?

It’s because he’s been beaten down since childhood. One wrong step, and you either die or get a wound to match it.

‘I heard there are some who aim for your ass when they feel like it.’

Scratching, Enkrid scratched his cheek.

The world doesn’t accept those who are untainted.

The pure are easily corrupted.

If you spill ink on a blank canvas, you can’t erase it. Krais is no different.

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