“Uh……. You don’t sell them?”
The winged fallen angel, blinking, asked the golem.
“That is, cor, rect. The Hunter Tower branch is cur, rently boy, cotting angels.”
“I’ve heard of a boycott where people don’t buy something, but this is the first time I’ve heard of one where you don’t sell it.”
“It is the law, de, cided by our mas, ter.”
And the resolute golem.
“Hmm……. Then give me Maison—the strongest kind.”
And the fallen angel who couldn’t communicate with it.
“We do not sell, it.”
“Come on, then how am I supposed to go to that other convenience store?”...
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