Part 2, Chapter 49 ‘F***, if I catch that red-haired knockoff witch bastard, they’re dead. I’ll beat them east, west, south, and north and turn them into a bowl of red mush.’ [Your Constellation, ‘Reader of Fate,’ cautiously bulk-purchases light sticks while watching the mood.] ‘Oh—are you perhaps that person? Mr. Indiscriminate?’ […Your Constellation carefully asks what that is.] What...
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