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Davey was clad in the attire of a priestess, flowing and ornate yet distinctly different from the current cultural styles of Tionis. The look was completed with long black hair that cascaded down to his calves. The proportions of his body felt strangely off.
Davey angrily grabbed her arm.
“Right now. Put. My body. Back. To normal,” he said in chunks, clearly furious.
[Couldn’t resist.]
“Why are you the one who couldn't resist?!” he shouted, his voice full of fury, stirring up a commotion among those around them.
“What the... huh?”
As soon as they spotted Davey, a bystander’s face went blank with confusion.
“Hey, where’s Davey—”
Before Goddess Freyja could do anything, Davey snapped his fingers.
[Sleep.]
The man who had come over due to the ruckus staggered and collapsed. He had a decent resistance to magic, but Davey had poured in more mana than necessary to force him to sleep.
“Don’t test a man’s patience. Put it back. Now.”
[They say holding back three times spares you from being a murderer.]
“Or you can also skip the need for three times and just not commit murder once.”
She looked at him with a tinge of shame in her...
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