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Three-head-tall Li Lin firmly denied all possibilities, the youth flailing his silicone chest in a last-ditch struggle.
"But... but isn't this too strange? No one can dance all day, and cross-dressing... how could that possibly attract anyone?"
"Don't worry, I have everything prepared."
With a snap of the fingers, several thick stacks of books piled up in front of Roland. Flourishy script titled "Magic Chancellor MADOKA", "Chancellor's Tale", "My Steel Can't Possibly Be This Cute", "How True Love is Cultivated"... and other dubious titles, matched with covers featuring a group of girls in ultra-short miniskirts of five different colors, made one wonder if this was some sort of internal propaganda for a criminal organization.
"Frontline soldiers would like this stuff?"
Roland's face was full of doubt. It was believable that soldiers would like sexy women—after all, what healthy man doesn't? But these oddly dressed girls...
