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It wasn't a situation where Zoemi could just take his time and think over what the best option was, too many people have already died and the number of casualties would only increase if he did nothing, even now the bloodloss was slowly chipping at what's left of the vitality of the few survivors.
Though for Zoemi, what counted the most was the safety of his master.
This wasn't a situation where he could make any mistakes.
Although... It was strange that Miriette wasn't at the front lines considering how strong she was...
"Where's my master...?"
Even when each moment was more precious than diamonds and gold, Zoemi asked the rest of the survivors.
"Miriette...?"
Horeo looked at Zoemi in disbelief, but the dead eyes of the attendant told him more than enough.
For Zoemi everyone else except Miriette was just an extra.
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