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"Are the people from the consortium all monsters?"
When Roland appeared, Belle uttered her thoughts expressionlessly.
She knew all too well the power of a 60-kilogram gunpowder explosion; while it might not turn a person utterly to ash, scattering them about was certainly not an issue. If someone could bounce around lively in front of her after enduring such an explosion at close range if not a monster, what was?
"It's just that I would prefer not to be described in such terms by you..."
Roland gave a wry smile.
"Sister. Belle, could you please allow us to leave with Prince Charles? I'm a pacifist at heart, and my greatest wish is for things to conclude peacefully."
"Brother. Roland, is your faith in peace? No matter what kind of peace that is?"
The tone was still piercing, almost to the point of mockery.
