"Ahh

Gold, who was enjoying morning tea under Fanny's service, his fists were clenched, his muscles were bruised, and a big slug hung under his nostrils, and he lost his temper and said, "Why do magicians catch colds, this is not scientific!" ”

"But it's magical."

"What do you say?" Shaking off the slug, Gold looked at Fanny standing behind him with a suspicious expression, only to hear his maid say softly: "I mean, this may be the magician's curse, alchemy protection."

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