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[color=A887B2]“Hey, uh--”[/color] The purple-haired girl yelped as the equally petite girl grabbed her by her neck. Immediately the tone of the conversation changed. [color=A887B2]“--what are you doing?! You're just talking crazy! Let me go!”[/color]

For Ipharia, Honami's words were as strange as Honami perceived the world around her. 

Goblins were not strange to her world, though the purple-haired girl did not disagree with Honami’s assertion that the green-skinned creatures shouldn’t have existed. She never understood why the goddess created such beings. Though, it seemed that the green-haired girl in front of her was just as terrifying as the entire band that had chased her into this particular clearing in the first place. Her mention of “Japanese” was just as confusing to her. Did she mean [b]Eianese[/b]? She wondered if she had run into an eccentric trio of bandits.

[color=A887B2]“Please! I don't know what you're talking about! If you're trying to scare me, I implore you to calm down! I-I don't have any money, if that's what y-you're after!”[/color]




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