Aria suddenly said.
"I swear to God, if that's the case, why not now?"
Just thinking about this problem makes my head hurt.
This wall of understanding appears again.
Aria herself didn't know why.
Aria remembers these things well: Inboga, Windmill Town, and the crazy, horrible books.
But for some reason, Arya always felt that way - no.
There is no rhyme or reason, just simple logic.
"Hey, are you okay? You're starving."
The pain caused by the mental crisis gripped Aria's head and she almost fell asleep there.
The cut face, broken arm, broken leg, and countless scars on his body all show how bad the fight was.
As a symbol of a powerful sorcerer, the appearance of the god-like demon chariot god seems to herald the end of sorcerers.
Losing their human form and being destroyed, the demon machines fell into the mud, creating demons, madness, and miasma.
Sudden gusts, abnormally strong winds, strong winds that defy the laws of physics.
The papers that were scattered like cherry blossoms were united by the strong spiritual wind and became a magical book.
However, the contradictions do not end there, the main body of the book shines like ignorance, like a stain between heaven and earth.
In this strange light, the book was again torn into pieces of paper.
The paper flew in a strong wind and turned into a woman.
She has blue eyes, long hair that shines like silver, and wears a white dress with lace trim.
The girl put her feet on the ground and landed in front of this castor god.
The woman who got off the ghost car is suspected to be a messenger of God who is trying to obstruct the path of the devil.
But the answer is no. An important part of the source of magical power is not the magician, but the book of magic.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, showing a despair that belied her beauty.
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