Arts Festival (8)

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“…….”

Isol’s expression as she looked down at the cards had darkened beyond description.

“…What does this mean?”

The question that slipped from her lips carried a slightly chilly tone.

— “…It’s complete nonsense.”

Even as she asked, Minimi poured out denials about the cards.

Its cheeks puffed up with dissatisfaction, making it look like a dam ready to burst at the slightest poke.

“…This.”

At that moment, he opened his mouth...