Self-Generation

After a thorough round of putting everyone in their place.

“U-ugh….”

Geumhae knelt politely and raised both arms.

Her usually composed, expressionless face was tinged with an aggrieved, tearful look.

Nine sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, looking down at her clone with ease.

Flutter~

Beside them, Pou floated around Geumhae in lazy circles.

Its restless bobbing, as if trying to comfort her, drew a small laugh from Nine.

For some reason, Pou was especially fond of Geumhae.

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