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“You idiot,” Subaru whispered with a quivering voice. “Who could ever forget you?”
And lifting up the thing ticklishly touching the back of his hand, he held it in both hands.
Accepting those awkward, embarrassing feelings, the tiny little scorpion shuddered.
Its carapace was red, and its eyes were a vivid scarlet.
The color of a love that didn’t fade even after four hundred years.
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