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When Ephemera and the brown-haired lady who held the virtue of Temperance regained their consciousness, they found themselves hanging in the air and tied with chains.
The first thing they did was to activate their Divinities to break the shackles that bound them, but nothing happened. No matter how hard they tried, their shackles remained firm and didn't break.
"It's useless."
A teasing tone reached the two ladies' ears as a black-haired teenager materialized in front of them.
A black throne appeared behind him, and the Half-Elf sat on it in a leisurely manner. He then crossed his leg over the other as he rested the side of his face over his closed fist, while giving the two girls a devilish smile.
"You bastard! Free us right now!" Ephemera shouted. "You will not get away with this!"
