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Senma didn’t know when she’d stood up. One hand stuffed the letter into her breastplate, the other covering her mouth as she yawned a few times. “No way. That guy always comes to create trouble,” she said confidently, “I better go see him myself. But his luck isn’t bad, there shouldn’t be anything… Hmph, it’s still better to take a look or I won’t be able to relax. I wonder if he’s gotten more handsome… I still took an arrow for him that time!”

In another plane. Berserker Ward, standing in a desolate desert, received the news as well. He scrunched up the piece of paper, ripping it to shreds with his...