"It was all a terrible, terrible mistake."
Zoemi continued entrancing everyone who listened with his charming voice that captivated the audience far better than Arreta's desperate shouts.
"You want the truth? Here it is. My minuscule mana reservoir and the darkness-like abilities were both the result of an illness."
The black-haired boy spread his arms open and revealed, lying as naturally as he breathed.
[Hey... that story about an illness - isn't it...?]
|The excuse Benevirau and I came up with and rehearsed during every single training session back in the Banemor territory, yes~|
Ludier's shadow asked while chuckling and Zoemi pridefully confirmed his guess.
"Illness...?"
"Indeed~"
The red-haired judge muttered and Zoemi nodded his head with a solemn expression picking up on it instantly.
"I don't know the name of it, and actually I doubt that it even has one, to begin with."
"..."
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