Pastel clasped her hands together, squeezed her eyes shut, and made a quiet wish.
"Please don't let Alcier's heart get hurt too much."
Not getting hurt at all is too unrealistic.
It was a reverent attitude, unlike the Immortality wish she had blurted out while slightly blinded by desire.
—God, please don't let the heart of the friend this girl mentioned get hurt too much.
The Fairy matched the mood and reverently issued a subcontract from the Wish Granting Subcontracting.
It was a seriousness quite different from the half-hearted attitude from last time.
This was a tenant's sense of indebtedness.
Yeah, yeah.
Pastel finished her Wish-Making and opened her eyes...
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