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Late Lunch (1)

The fierce battle had ended.

As the wounded treated each other, Shirone and her companions also received first aid.

Mercenary: “Hey, give me your other hand.”

A subordinate from the Parrot Mercenary Group bandaged Shirone’s torn arm.

Though they had no formal medical training, as seasoned veterans, they knew basic first aid.

Shirone looked toward the cliff.

Marsha was staring at the sea, lost in thought.

She had heard a rough explanation from Freeman, but she couldn’t fully grasp what had happened.

However, Marsha’s back looked weaker than before, yet somehow lighter.

Freeman approached Marsha.

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