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In the continent of Tionis, various musical instruments existed, but the one Davey didn't. A lyre had its soft, melodious tones and was one of his favorite instruments. His reason for investing time to make one was that its sound had the widest range.
"Really, you're not going to use that to beat someone up, are you?" Illyna asked skeptically.
"I told you a cross is better if I’m going to beat the crap out of someone else." Davey retorted.
Under a god’s name and beating, everyone was equal. A punch was also fair, but a strike with a cross had a charm of its own. After all, a cross could serve as an effective bludgeon. A god would forgive a little blood on the cross.
The quality of the lyre he crafted was a little better than that of a common, mass-produced one. He had too little time and few materials to create a good one. Crafting an instrument usually required a lot of time, so Davey...
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