"...!"
Zoemi barely stopped himself from taking a step back – it wasn't as if he outright disliked the blond girl, but he certainly didn't like her either...
No matter what, she was exactly like her character in the game – at least from what Zoemi knew about her.
By that point, Zoemi still firmly believed that he could work around the heroine's actions and decisions which she would make, solely based on his knowledge from the game – even though there already were multiple instances of the events melting together and happening completely out of order, and those were only the ones he knew about
How many more could have already happened while the heroine was out of the black-haired attendant's sight?
The sudden thought was like a punch to Zoemi's stomach and the scarred oy instantly felt nauseous – but he couldn't just excuse himself like that – he didn't want to allow the heroine and the villainess to be in close proximity for too long, or who might know what could have happened?
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