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sitting in a secluded room before a window panel, astaroth couldn’t see who or what was beyond it but anything on the other side could see her clearly.
‘ hello, mx. astaroth. i am detective ▇▇▇▇. do you know why you’re here today? ’
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‘ what would your next goal be? ’
“ well… i dunno. i don’t care about goals. not my problem. i do whatever i want whenever. ”
the detective simply sighs and places their pen down. they’ve been writing everything that astaroth responded with…
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the eye on the bow glares at the magician before tightening its ribbons and wrapping more around. goodness, how long could this apparently sentient and sapient bow go?
“ we’ve fought… it’s unfortunate that he was able to escape alive. ”
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“ heehee… ”
the tone tells her everything she needs to know. ribbons slither further up around the body keeping the other still.
“ i know the officer too. they thought they could arrest me… ”
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