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Meanwhile, Emilia had already waved goodbye to an exasperated Noelle, and started making her way to the place she had agreed to meet at, speedily flitting through the shadowy alleys.
Cynthia giggled. "You know, the more you do these kinds of things, the more it looks like you're a hired goon instead of an actual villainess. Doing things yourself all the time isn't classy at all."
Emilia rolled her eyes as she kept her pace. "How classy would it be if my plan failed instead? I would rather get my hands dirty and look classy in the end instead of looking classy all the way and then landing on my face."
The raven-haired girl scoffed. "Weren't you a princess before? How come you do all these thief-like things now? Un, even in your first life, you were an upright guard, weren't you? Although you did get screwed over, but... Hm, this makes no sense."
