[498] Despair. Despair (1) Life is pain. That was what Gaold said. “Uncle.” It was when Gaold had returned to Thormia and was struggling to raise the Association’s standing. Sixteen-year-old Gangnan, strolling through the Association garden, plucked a single red blossom growing beside a rail and showed it to Gaold. “Isn’t this pretty?” It was a gorgeous flower she hadn’t...
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