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'Do Miracle Troops crafted in such a way truly have potential?'
If it's merely for quantity, then why bother infusing souls into living bodies?
On the contrary, since you have infused them with souls, you must treat them well.
This neither here-nor-there approach gives Sheila the impression that the Lord of the Birch Trees is not creating a troop type but simply indulging in a hobby of transformation.
'Ka ka ka.'
Sheila clutched the living doll, wanting to smash it.
Although it's somewhat cruel, for the girls, this might be their liberation.
'Wu~~'
However, the old woman beside her let out a pleading cry towards Sheila.
Unlike Rhode, the old woman hadn't died; she was just having a nightmare and would wake up in reality when dawn came the next day.
'You, want to save them?'
Sheila was cold in nature, but not heartless.
If possible, Sheila was also willing to give the rescue and help within her power.
