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The Saint Likes Me, But I’m Screwed… [Rewrite]

A/N: I don't do a lot of hand-holding, so you have to figure out the subtle and not-so-subtle stuff. Good luck. One early spring day, Alum and his classmates fell victim to a spatial quake—descending to Lethren—the strongest line of defense. The students gained magical abilities—not to be heroes, but just because it was expected. Even with the supernatural, Alum seemed aloof but more mellow—his world hadn’t changed, but the same couldn’t be said for those around him. However… that changed—he fell in love with a Saint at first sight. Saint Amethely, despite being new to the role, is loved by everyone. She is sweet, caring, and elegant but has to carry the grand legacy of her Grandmother, the previous Saint. Despite that, she was still a shy girl, slightly clumsy, with no romance experience. But only a few knew of her awkward side. So how could he make an elegant Imperial Saint fall for him…? He, who in this world was but a nobody? There were a few options—become recognizable. Except… the shy girl Amethely had already fallen in love at first sight—Alum being the culprit. An aloof youth whose world changed and an elegant Imperial Saint, how would their love blossom? But… change was never easy for someone like him. Whichever world—his was never kind. Even in this beautiful and vibrant world—incredible magic beasts and abominations were cruel and unyielding. Schedule: weekend or either Mon/Wed
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RECLAIMING YOUR LOST BITCOIN-RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY ADVANCE STRATEGIES

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