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"Who else could it be? One of your puppets, Dean Alderson," I pointed out.
"A puppet?"
"Didn't you make a bunch of puppets on the fourth floor of the Tower of Training? You used data from the students who climbed the tower and created puppets based on that. One of them didn't seem like a puppet at all. It could use miasma..." My voice came out rougher than I intended. I must have been more rattled than I realized.
Alderson showed no sign of offense as he listened. Then he closed his eyes slightly and murmured, "Leone..."
He looked lost in thought. Meanwhile, I searched my pockets, hoping to find Leone's note.
There's nothing? My heart sank for a moment.
Could I have imagined it? Still, this felt too much to dismiss.
Panic hit me briefly before I realized I wasn't wearing the same clothes. Someone had changed me into a loose-fitting patient gown. My hero disciple attire, where I'd kept the note, was nowhere to be found.
Of course. That made sense. The fight in the Otherworld had reduced my clothes to rags.
At that moment, Alderson muttered, "Ah, that's right. Leone. Even if no one else remembers, I shouldn't forget her... No. Wait."
His expression suddenly stiffened, and he turned to me. "Hero Disciple Luan, listen carefully to what I'm about to say."
"What is this all of a sudden?"
"The truth is, I don't know much about Leone. I'm not sure if she was always like that or if I've been brainwashed like this....
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