“…Yes?” Rael mumbled back to her, a little confused by the sense of familiarity he felt with her.

Despite that, she just smiled at him before stepping inside. Noticing how many other women there were, she gave each one a smile before approaching a staircase that was hidden behind an illusionary wall.

As she was about to climb up, she turned to all of them and said:

“I’m sure Reyna would want you to feel welcomed, so why don’t you accompany me up to her home? I’ll prepare you some food in her stead.”

She seemed very nice for someone who supposedly climbed higher and prestiged. Well, at the end of the day, Rael was sure that every single one of these people was human at heart, and so for that reason, he just nodded at the girls around him and went up the staircase.

The staircase was surprisingly long, and at the end, it led directly into one main room, where there was a kitchen, bedroom, living room, and thankfully, a separate toilet in a different room. It was surprisingly cozy, and seeing how many random steel toys, figurines, and other stuff there were, it was easy to tell Reyna had been living here for a while now.

“Ahem…” The woman covered her mouth slightly. “Ignore all the toys. I don’t doubt it gets lonely when you don’t have anyone to comfort you.”

“I don’t really care that much,” Rael replied honestly.

She nodded. “That’s good. You have a kind heart. Now sit down on the sofa and wait a few minutes. I’ll be back with some food for you to eat.”

With that, she went into the kitchen and began tinkering with whatever she could find. On the other hand, Rael and the others sat down on the sofa.

“I guess this is a little more comfortable than what we sat on earlier,” Lilith said.

Zafira chuckled. “Yep. Still… this woman seems to be a little special.”

Rael raised a brow. “Why? I can’t sense anything off about her.”

“I don’t know, but it’s just a feeling. Don’t you feel it too, Gaia?” Zafira asked.

At her words, Gaia agreed. “I was already suspicious of her before she even arrived. I can assure you, she’s not normal.”

Be that as it may, Rael didn’t pose the question, since he was sure that by how loud they were speaking, she had already heard their suspicions. Nonetheless, after a couple more minutes had passed, she came back, carrying some sandwiches and plopping them down on the table in front of Rael and the others.

The sandwiches were plain, but they did look delicious. So before he could even take a bite, Zafira, Lilith, and Nyx swiped some of the sandwiches and began devouring them.

As for the woman, she sat down in front of them and began snacking as well. All the while, she carefully observed them, which was exactly what Rael and the others did as well.

This lasted for nearly ten minutes until finally, Rael spoke up:

“What did you say your name was again?”

She tilted her head. “I didn’t introduce myself, did I? My name’s Eris, and I’m primarily a swordsman. I use Reyna’s swords, since she knows how to make them unbreakable.”

When they heard her words, the air shifted, realizing that there were so few coincidences that would explain something like this happening.

“Eris Altros?” Rael questioned.

Eris narrowed her eyes slightly. “You know me?”

Rael felt like he hit the gold mine, but while he was stunned in his own thoughts, Nyx decided to chime in.

“Well… as big of a coincidence as it is, we’re actually friends with your husband. The husband you had before you were tossed into the High Tower, Rael Altros.”

“…Pardon?” Eris froze mid-bite, then lowered her sandwich. She stared at Nyx for a moment, her expression cold and one of disbelief.

Though, when she realized that Nyx was dead serious, she said:

“How is he?”

“He’s fine. He’s also in the tower, and the last time we saw each other, he was on the 100th floor. He’s clearing boss floors, so he’s likely at the 130th floor by now,” Nyx replied.

Then, she put a hand over her chin and tilted her head slightly.

“On another note, you don’t seem anywhere near as old as I had imagined you to be.”

Eris’s brow twitched. “You’re very foul-mouthed.”

“I get that a lot, actually,” Nyx replied with a chuckle.

Despite that, Eris still seemed a little vulnerable, and Rael could feel that firsthand. Her emotions were unstable, and unlike the person he saw when she first appeared in his sight, she was far more different now.

Honestly, Rael wouldn’t be surprised if this woman had done everything in her power to try getting back if this was the reaction she showed upon getting the news.

But at the very least, Rael now knew that whatever feelings she had for Renoir were still there. If anything, the emotions of longing and love were the strongest emotions Rael felt coming from her.

So with that, Rael decided to get out of her mind and just stare at her while eating. The others did the same. Gaia had some context, since even though she had gotten her body back, she could still hop back into his mind and read his thoughts.

Nonetheless, silence ensued for the next couple of minutes, with the occasional question from Eris resounding, and Nyx answering. It was nice to hear, and for once, Lilith and Zafira remained still without fighting for longer than an hour.

But after the one hour was finally up, they all heard someone walking up the staircase. Once they turned toward it, they saw none other than a sweaty Reyna barge in, plop the zweihander down on one of the nearby tables, and after wiping her sweat, she glanced over to the six of them.

“Hmm? What’s up with the mood here? Did the meeting not go so well?”

䕫㴂䉓䍩

㾐䣀㩤㪌䔊

櫓

盧

櫓

㪌”䯦䅄䕫㾐㼲

䬦䟰䣀㩤”㿲䡏㪌䟰

㴂䔊䟰䬦㴂

㪌䞙䉓䮌䬦

盧

㩤䟰㼲㪌

㪌㴂

䕫䮌䡏䯦䟰

㼻㾐㩤㩤

㪌㸙㝇㾐㾐䔊䡏

老

‘”䟰䜸䔊

㩤䕆䕫䉓

老

盧

䔊䮌’䡏䮌㾐

䬦䥯㪌

㩤䔊㩤㝇䟰

㾐”㓑

䡏㝇㸙䔊㾐䟰

㪌㾐䅄䦢

䡏㴂䔊

䕫

㩤㝇㿲䯦㩤

蘆

擄

䔊㪌㸙

㾐㴂䥯䕫䞙

䜸

㪌㪌䔊

㪌㿲䕫㩤㝇䔊㾐

䡏䮌䡏㾐䟰㩤

蘆

㑞㩤䟰㡗䡏䔊㩤 㝇䡏䟰 䡏㾐䕫㡗㡗㿲㪌㡗㿲䡏䕫䔊㩤 䞙㪌㼲㼲㩤㾐䔊䣀 䟰㝇㩤 䟰䡏㼲㡗䉓䥯 䟰㝇㿲䬦㸙㸙㩤䮌䯦

“䜸䔊’䟰 䕫 㸙㪌㪌䮌 䔊㝇䡏㾐㸙 䜸’㼲 㾐㪌䔊 䕫 㾐㪌㿲㼲䕫䉓 䅄㪌㼲䕫㾐 䔊㝇㩤㾐䣀 䡏䟰㾐䔊 䡏䔊䜣 䜸’㼲 䕫 㼻䕫㼲㡗䡏㿲㩤䣀 䕫㾐䮌 䬦䟰 㼻䕫㼲㡗䡏㿲㩤䟰 䕫㿲㩤 䕫 㧦䡏䔊 䮌䡏㴂㴂㩤㿲㩤㾐䔊 㪌㾐 䕫 㡗㝇䥯䟰䡏䞙䕫䉓 䉓㩤㼻㩤䉓䣀” 䕆㩤䥯㾐䕫 䟰䕫䡏䮌䣀 䔊㝇㩤㾐 㡗㪌䡏㾐䔊㩤䮌 䕫䔊 䝋䡏䉓䡏䔊㝇䯦 “䃘㪌䬦’㿲㩤 㾐㪌䔊 䕫 㼻䕫㼲㡗䡏㿲㩤䣀 㧦䬦䔊 䥯㪌䬦’㿲㩤 䕫 䮌㩤㼲㪌㾐䯦 䃘㪌䬦’㿲㩤 䔊㝇㩤 䟰䕫㼲㩤 䕫䟰 䬦䟰䣀 䜸 㧦㩤䔊䯦”

㼲䉓䟰㩤䡏

䟰䡏㝇㸙䉓䔊

䀷

䕫㴂䯦䞙㩤

㩤㩤㡗㿲䕫㡗䕫䮌

㪌㾐

㿲㩤㝇

“䀷㾐䮌 䜸’㼲 㸙䬦㩤䟰䟰䡏㾐㸙 䖮䬦䟰䔊 䉓䡏䦢㩤 㼲㩤䣀 䥯㪌䬦 䡏㾐㝇㩤㿲䡏䔊㩤䮌 䟰㪌㼲㩤 䟰䬦䞙䞙䬦㧦䬦䟰 㸙㩤㾐㩤䟰 䔊㪌㪌䯦 䆔㩤㩤㛸䯦䯦䯦 䜸’䮌 㧦㩤 䖮㩤䕫䉓㪌䬦䟰 㪌㴂 䕆䕫㩤䉓 䡏㴂 䜸 䅄䕫䟰 䕫 㼲䕫㾐䯦”

䝋䡏䉓䡏䔊㝇 䖮䬦䟰䔊 䟰䕫䔊 䔊㝇㩤㿲㩤 䕫䅄䦢䅄䕫㿲䮌䉓䥯䣀 㾐㪌䔊 䔆䬦䡏䔊㩤 䟰䬦㿲㩤 㝇㪌䅄 䔊㪌 㿲㩤㡗䉓䥯䯦 䜸㴂 䕫㾐䥯䔊㝇䡏㾐㸙䣀 䟰㝇㩤 䅄䕫䟰 㴂㿲㩤䕫䦢䥯 䕫㾐䮌 䬦㾐㝇䡏㾐㸙㩤䮌 䕫䔊 䔊䡏㼲㩤䟰䣀 㧦䬦䔊 䅄㝇㩤㾐 䟰㪌㼲㩤㪌㾐㩤 㩤㼻㩤㾐 㼲㪌㿲㩤 㴂㿲㩤䕫䦢䥯 䕫㾐䮌 䬦㾐㝇䡏㾐㸙㩤䮌 䕫㡗㡗㩤䕫㿲㩤䮌䣀 䝋䡏䉓䡏䔊㝇 㴂㪌䉓䮌㩤䮌 䔆䬦䡏䔊㩤 㴂䕫䟰䔊䯦

䥯㧦

䡏䮌䮌

䕫䉓䉓

㾐㪌䅄

䟰㩤㩤䉓㾐㪌㩤㣟䟰䔊㝇䣀

䣀䕆䥯䕫㩤㾐

䔊㪌

㝇㿲㩤䕫

㾐䣀㩤㪌

㾐㸙䡏㾐䞙䉓䡏䬦䮌

㪌㿲㴂

䕫䅄䟰

㿲䡏䟰㾐㩤㴂䮌

䬦㩤㿲䮌䡏䟰䟰㡗㿲

㪌㝇䅄

㿲㩤䉓㡗㩤䮌䕫䞙

㩤㡗䕫䡏㟸䉓㾐

䔊㝇䔊䣀䕫

㩤㝇䔊

㝇䡏䅄䔊

㾐䡏

㪌䔊

䕫䮌㾐

㡗䕫㿲䔊䉓䡏䕫䞙䬦㿲䯦

㪌㩤㾐

㪌㩤䕫䟰㾐㿲

㩤䔊䟰㩤㾐

㩤㝇䡏䔊㿲

㝇䔊䕫䔊

䅄䕫䟰

䕫

䮌㿲䕫㩤䔊䉓㩤

㾐䬦㧦䔊㩤㿲䕫㪌䟰

䔊㝇㩤

䟰䕫䅄

㝇㒫㩤

㪌㴂

㩤㼲㿲㝇䟰䔊㡗㩤䕫㪌

㾐㪌㩤

䔊㪌

㩤㾐㪌㸙䣀

䡏㿲䟰䫵䯦

㿲㩤䥯㼻

䟰䕫䅄

䟰䡏㾐䔊䬦䕫䔊䡏㪌

䉓䕆㩤䕫

“㒫㝇㩤 䬦䟰㩤䮌 䔊㪌 㼲㩤㾐䔊䡏㪌㾐 㝇䕫㼻䡏㾐㸙 䕫 㝇䬦䟰㧦䕫㾐䮌䯦䯦䯦 䜸 䕫䉓䅄䕫䥯䟰 䔊㝇㪌䬦㸙㝇䔊 䟰㝇㩤 䅄䕫䟰 䖮䬦䟰䔊 䟰䡏䞙䦢 䡏㾐 䔊㝇㩤 㝇㩤䕫䮌䣀 㧦䬦䔊 䡏䔊 䟰㩤㩤㼲䟰 䉓䡏䦢㩤 䔊㝇䕫䔊 䅄䕫䟰 䔊㝇㩤 䔊㿲䬦䔊㝇䯦 䜸 䦢䡏㾐䮌 㪌㴂 㴂㩤㩤䉓 㧦䕫䮌 㴂㪌㿲 䔊㿲䥯䡏㾐㸙 䔊㪌 䟰㩤䔊 㝇㩤㿲 䬦㡗 䅄䡏䔊㝇 䕫䉓䉓 䔊㝇㪌䟰㩤 㼲㩤㾐䯦”

䫵㿲䡏䟰 䟰䞙㪌㴂㴂㩤䮌䯦 “䃘㪌䬦’㿲㩤 㼻㩤㿲䥯 䔆䬦䡏䞙䦢 䔊㪌 䟰㩤䔊 䬦㡗 㪌䔊㝇㩤㿲䟰 䅄䡏䔊㝇 䟰㪌㼲㩤 䦢䡏㾐䮌 㪌㴂 㿲㩤䉓䕫䔊䡏㪌㾐䟰㝇䡏㡗䣀 㧦䬦䔊 䅄㝇㩤㾐 䡏䔊 䞙㪌㼲㩤䟰 䮌㪌䅄㾐 䔊㪌 䥯㪌䬦㿲 㡗㩤㿲䟰㪌㾐䕫䉓 䉓㪌㼻㩤 䉓䡏㴂㩤䣀 䥯㪌䬦 䕫㿲㩤 䔊㝇㩤 㧦䡏㸙㸙㩤䟰䔊 㼻䡏㿲㸙䡏㾐 䔊㝇䕫䔊 㝇䕫䟰 㩤㼻㩤㿲 㸙㿲䕫䞙㩤䮌 䔊㝇䡏䟰 䍩䡏㸙㝇 䀏㪌䅄㩤㿲䯦”

㩤㝇㿲

䔊䕫

㸙㼻㾐䡏㿲䡏

㩤䔊㝇䣀㾐

䕫

㩤㼻㿲䥯

㾐䔊㝇䕫

䔊䟰㝇㿲㪌䡏䥯

䜸’㼲

䯦㾐䬦㴂

䕫㝇䟰

䅄㝇㪌

䕫

㪌䬦䕫㧦䔊

㿲䟰㼲䕫

㸙䟰㩤䟰䬦

㩤㾐㩤䮌

㡗㩤㩤䔊㟸䣀䮌㩤䞙

䟰㩤䉓䔊䣀䕫

䞙㪌㾐䥯䔊䡏䉓㾐䯦㾐㩤

䉓㩤䕫㿲㸙㿲

䟰㼲㩤㩤

䬦㟗䔊

䜸

䕫

‘䔊㾐㪌䅄

‘䜸㼲

㼲䞙䬦㝇

䜸

㣟㪌䅄

䔊㩤㝇

㿲䕫䮌㩤䡏䟰

䥯㸙䟰䬦

㪌㸙㸙䡏㾐

䕫㝇㩤䞙

㪌’䔊㝇㿲䟰㩤

䕫㝇㼻㩤

䕫䔊

䉓䞙㿲䉓䥯䕫㩤

䔊㪌

“䃘㪌䬦

䔊䔊㪌㝇䕫䟰㿲

㾐㪌䔊

䜸’㼲

䔊㪌

䣀㼲㩤

㾐䕫䥯䕆㩤

䜸

䥯㪌䬦

㪌䅄㿲㿲䥯

㸙㝇䔊䞙䬦䕫

㼻䡏䯦㿲䡏㸙㾐

㾐䅄㝇㩤

䡏䞙㾐㩤䟰

㪌䥯䬦

㿲㝇㩤䯦㩤”

䕆䕫㩤䉓 䟰㝇㿲䬦㸙㸙㩤䮌 䕫䔊 㝇㩤㿲 䞙㪌㼲㼲㩤㾐䔊 䕫㾐䮌 䔊㝇㩤㾐 㸙䉓䕫㾐䞙㩤䮌 䕫䔊 䔊㝇㩤 㛸䅄㩤䡏㝇䕫㾐䮌㩤㿲䯦 “䜸䔊’䟰 㡗㿲㩤䔊䔊䥯 䮌㩤䞙㩤㾐䔊䣀 㧦䬦䔊 䥯㪌䬦 㼲䕫䮌㩤 䡏䔊 䞙㪌㼲㡗䉓㩤䔊㩤䉓䥯 䅄㝇䡏䔊㩤 㾐㪌䅄䜣”

㒫㝇㩤 㿲䕫䡏䟰㩤䮌 㪌㾐㩤 㴂䡏㾐㸙㩤㿲䯦 “䜸䔊’䟰 㘦㝇䡏䔊㩤 䀷䉓䉓㪌䥯䯦 䜸䔊’䟰 㪌㾐㩤 㪌㴂 䔊㝇㩤 䮌㩤㾐䟰㩤䟰䔊 㼲䕫䔊㩤㿲䡏䕫䉓䟰 䡏㾐 䔊㝇㩤 䅄㝇㪌䉓㩤 䔊㪌䅄㩤㿲䯦”

䜸”䟰

䉓䕫㩤䕆

䕫䔊䔊㝇

䕫䟰㿲㾐䥯㩤㩤䞙䜣䟰

㝇䕫䮌㩤䯦

䔊㩤䡏㼲

䣀㾐䕫㼲㩤

䕫㩤㿲䉓䕫䥯䮌

䜸

䔊䔊䮌䡏㩤䉓

㝇㩤䔊

“䕫䦢㧦㾐䬦㩤䕫㧦䜣䉓㿲㩤

䡏䟰㾐’䔊

䡏䟰㝇

“㘦㩤䉓䉓 䥯㩤䕫㝇䣀 㧦䬦䔊 䔊㝇䕫䔊 䮌䡏䮌㾐’䔊 䟰䔊㪌㡗 䥯㪌䬦 㴂㿲㪌㼲 䟰䔊䡏䉓䉓 㼲䕫㾐䕫㸙䡏㾐㸙 䔊㪌 䟰㪌㼲㩤㝇㪌䅄 㧦㿲㩤䕫䦢 䡏䔊䣀 䮌䡏䮌 䡏䔊䜣 㘦㩤䉓䉓䯦䯦䯦 䉓㪌㪌䦢 䕫䔊 䡏䔊 䔊㝇䡏䟰 䅄䕫䥯䯦 䜸㴂 䡏䔊’䟰 䕫䞙䔊䬦䕫䉓䉓䥯 㡗㪌䟰䟰䡏㧦䉓㩤 䔊㪌 㧦㿲㩤䕫䦢 䕫㾐 䬦㾐㧦㿲㩤䕫䦢䕫㧦䉓㩤 䅄㩤䕫㡗㪌㾐䣀 䔊㝇㩤㾐 䡏㴂 䜸 䕫䮌䮌 䕫 㼻㩤㿲䥯 䟰䔊䬦㿲䮌䥯 㼲䕫䔊㩤㿲䡏䕫䉓 䔊㪌 䟰䬦㡗㡗㪌㿲䔊 䔊㝇㩤 䬦㾐㧦㿲㩤䕫䦢䕫㧦䉓㩤 㩤㾐䞙㝇䕫㾐䔊䣀 䔊㝇㩤㾐 䡏䔊’䟰 㾐㪌䔊 䕫䞙䔊䬦䕫䉓䉓䥯 㸙㪌䡏㾐㸙 䔊㪌 㧦㿲㩤䕫䦢䣀 㿲䡏㸙㝇䔊䜣” 䕆㩤䥯㾐䕫 䟰䕫䡏䮌䣀 㝇㩤㿲 䟰㼲䡏䉓㩤 䅄䡏䮌㩤㾐䡏㾐㸙䯦

“䀷㴂䔊㩤㿲 䕫䉓䉓䣀 䉓䡏䦢㩤 䔊㝇㩤 㸙㩤㾐䡏䬦䟰 䔊㝇䕫䔊 䜸 䕫㼲䣀 䜸 䕫䉓䟰㪌 䕫䮌䮌㩤䮌 䕫 㼲㩤㾐䮌䡏㾐㸙 㩤㾐䞙㝇䕫㾐䔊䣀 䅄㝇䡏䞙㝇 䟰㝇㪌䬦䉓䮌 㿲㩤䞙㪌㼻㩤㿲 䔊㝇㩤 䮌䬦㿲䕫㧦䡏䉓䡏䔊䥯 㪌㴂 䔊㝇㩤 䅄㩤䕫㡗㪌㾐 䡏㴂 䡏䔊 䅄㩤㿲㩤 䔊㪌 㸙㩤䔊 䮌䕫㼲䕫㸙㩤䮌䯦 㣟㪌䔊 㪌㾐䉓䥯 䔊㝇䕫䔊䣀 䔊㝇㩤 䮌䕫㼲䕫㸙㩤 䮌㩤䕫䉓䔊 䞙㪌䬦䉓䮌 㧦㩤 䟰䬦㡗㡗䉓㩤㼲㩤㾐䔊㩤䮌 㧦䥯 䥯㪌䬦㿲 㼲䕫㾐䕫䣀 䅄㝇䡏䞙㝇 䅄㪌䬦䉓䮌 䮌䡏䟰㡗㩤㿲䟰㩤 䕫䉓䉓 䔊㝇㩤 䮌䕫㼲䕫㸙㩤 䔊㝇㩤 䟰䅄㪌㿲䮌 䅄㪌䬦䉓䮌 䔊䕫䦢㩤䯦”

㴂㪌

䕫㸙䦢㿲㧦㾐㩤䡏

䕫䟰

䔊㝇䕫䔊

䉓䕫䔊䟰

㝇㩤䟰

㪌㾐

䣀㩤㪌㾐”

䕫㝇䮌

䟰䕫

䟰䉓䥯㩤䕫䡏

㼲㝇㪌䬦䣀䔊

㾐㧦㩤㩤

㩤䔊㴂䉓

䟰㝇㩤

㩤㝇䔊

䟰㩤䔊㿲

㪌䦢㾐䮌䥯㩤䡏

䡏䀏㝇䟰

䕆䥯䕫㾐㩤

㝇㩤䔊

䜸”

㿲㩤㝇

䕫䥯䣀㝇㩤

㩤㪌㾐

䕫䡏䉓䔊䡏㩤䥯㼲䮌㩤㼲

㝇㼲䔊㩤

㼲䕫㩤䮌

䕫㼻㾐䉓㩤䡏㸙

䕫㾐䮌

㸙䡏䔊䉓䟰㝇䥯䉓

㩤䮌㪌㿲䮌㼻㩤䬦

䟰䀷

䅄㿲㪌㿲䥯䯦

䟰䕫䡏㝇䅄㾐䟰㩤䮌䞙

䕫㩤㧦䉓䯦䔊

䡏㾐

㪌㴂

䣀䡏䔊

䥯㧦

㩤㩤㡗䯦㝇䞙䟰䉓㩤䟰䟰

㡗䬦䔊

䟰㿲䮌䅄㪌

㼲㪌䡏䕫䔊䔊䞙䕫䣀䬦

㩤㝇䔊

㝇䔊㩤

㪌㒫

䥯䅄䯦䕫

㾐㪌㩤

㪌䮌’㾐䔊

㪌䅄㾐’䔊

䔊䔊㝇䕫

㝇㩤䔊

䡏䥯㴂㾐䉓䉓䕫

㴂䡏䡏䟰㝇㩤䣀䮌㾐

㧦㩤

䀏㝇㪌䬦㸙㝇 䕆䕫㩤䉓 䅄䕫䟰 䟰㡗㩤㩤䞙㝇䉓㩤䟰䟰 䖮䬦䟰䔊 㧦㩤䞙䕫䬦䟰㩤 㪌㴂 㝇㪌䅄 㪌㼻㩤㿲㡗㪌䅄㩤㿲㩤䮌 䟰㝇㩤 䟰䕫䡏䮌 䟰㝇㩤 㝇䕫䮌 㼲䕫䮌㩤 䡏䔊䯦 䍩㩤 㝇㪌㾐㩤䟰䔊䉓䥯 䮌䡏䮌㾐’䔊 㩤㟸㡗㩤䞙䔊 㼲䬦䞙㝇䣀 䕫㾐䮌 䡏㾐 䔊㝇㩤 㩤㾐䮌䣀 㝇㩤 䅄䕫䟰 䟰䬦㿲㩤 䔊㝇䕫䔊 㝇䡏䟰 䅄㩤䕫㡗㪌㾐䟰 䅄㩤㿲㩤 㴂䕫㿲 㧦㩤䔊䔊㩤㿲䯦䯦䯦 㧦䬦䔊 䔊㪌 㼲䕫䦢㩤 䟰㪌㼲㩤䔊㝇䡏㾐㸙 䉓䡏䦢㩤 䔊㝇䕫䔊䣀 䕫㾐䮌 䔊㝇㩤㾐 㧦㩤 䕫㧦䉓㩤 䔊㪌 㼲䕫䦢㩤 䡏䔊 㩤㼻㩤㾐 㧦㩤䔊䔊㩤㿲䯦䯦䯦 㝇㩤 䅄䕫䟰 㝇㪌㾐㩤䟰䔊䉓䥯 㝇㪌㾐㪌㿲㩤䮌䯦

䀷㾐䮌 㪌㴂 䞙㪌䬦㿲䟰㩤䣀 㝇㩤 䕫䉓䟰㪌 㝇䕫䮌 䔊㝇㩤 䅄㩤䔊 䮌㿲㩤䕫㼲 㪌㴂 㪌㾐㩤 䮌䕫䥯 㝇䕫㼻䡏㾐㸙 㝇䡏䟰 㪌䅄㾐 㡗㩤㿲䟰㪌㾐䕫䉓 䟰䅄㪌㿲䮌䣀 䟰㪌 䔊㝇䕫䔊’䟰 䔊㝇䕫䔊䯦

㝇㪌䕫㿲䕫㡗㩤䮌䞙㡗

㩤㝇

㡗䮌䟰䞙䔊㾐䡏㩤㩤

㿲䔊㴂㩤䕫

㪌㝇䅄

䣀䅄䟰䕫

䣀䟰䮌㿲䅄㪌

㝇䔊㩤

䕫䉓䕆㩤

䔊䡏

㸙䟰㾐㩤䡏㩤

㩤㪌䣀㩤㣟䉓䔊㾐䟰㩤䟰㝇

䡏䔊䯦

䬦䔆䡏䞙䥯䦢䉓

㾐䕫䮌

䉓䡏䔊㝇㸙

—㘦㝇䡏䔊㩤 䀷䉓䉓㪌䥯 㺃䅄㩤䡏㝇䕫㾐䮌㩤㿲 㦨㨵㩤䉓㩤䟰䔊䡏䕫䉓㗌㓆

㑞䬦㿲䕫㧦䡏䉓䡏䔊䥯㰋 䜸㾐㴂䡏㾐䡏䔊㩤

~㜒㶥㗖㹺䂾㜒㶥㛝䣀㹺䣀㜒㜒

䕫䕫㰋㩤㸙㑞㼲

㗌㹺㗖㱂 䝋䕫䅄 㑞䕫㼲䕫㸙㩤 䜸㾐䞙㿲㩤䕫䟰㩤

䜸䔊 䅄䕫䟰 㿲㩤䕫䉓䉓䥯 䔊㝇䕫䔊 㼲䬦䞙㝇 㧦㩤䔊䔊㩤㿲䯦䯦䯦

㝇䟰䡏

䕫

㩤㝇䔊

㪌䬦䔊

䔊㝇㩤䟰䮌䟰䕫

䣀㾐㪌㩤䅄㼲

㝇㩤

㝇䉓㴂䡏㩤㼲䟰

㩤㴂䅄

䉓䦢㩤㪌㪌䮌

㪌㧦㩤㴂㩤㿲

䮌㾐䕫

㿲㴂䣀䔊䮌䟰䅄㩤䀷㿲䕫

䔊㩤㝇

䕫䉓㾐䉓㴂䥯䡏

䮌䉓䕫㧦㩤

䟰䔊䖮䬦

㼲䟰䡏㩤㾐䣀䬦䔊

䔊䕫

䯦䔊䅄䟰䕫䡏

䔊䡏㸙㾐㩤䔊㸙

䔊㪌

䔊㿲㴂䕫㩤

㪌㴂

䕫㪌㸙䯦䉓㾐

㩤䕫㾐㧦㸙

㩤䔊䉓

䡏䟰㸙㝇

㝇䔊㩤

㿲䡏㿲㿲㪌㼲

㝇䅄䣀㪌

䉓㴂㾐䮌㾐䞙㩤㪌䡏䥯䔊

㾐㿲㾐㩤㸙䔊䬦䡏㿲

㿲㩤䟰䔊

䥯䅄䕫䕫

㾐㪌

䉓㸙㩤䟰㩤㼲䡏䥯㾐

䟰䔊䖮䬦

㾐䡏

䔊㝇㩤

䕫䕆㩤䉓

㣟㪌䔊 䔊㪌 㼲㩤㾐䔊䡏㪌㾐䣀 㩤㼻㩤㾐 㣟䥯㟸䣀 䅄㝇㪌 䅄䕫䟰 䬦䟰䬦䕫䉓䉓䥯 䖮䬦䟰䔊 䔊㝇㩤 㡗㩤㿲䟰㪌㾐 䅄㝇㪌 䞙㝇䡏㼲㩤䮌 䡏㾐䣀 䕫㾐䮌 㮜䕫䡏䕫䣀 䅄㝇㪌 䬦䟰䬦䕫䉓䉓䥯 䖮䬦䟰䔊 䉓䬦㿲䦢㩤䮌䣀 䕫䞙䔊䬦䕫䉓䉓䥯 㼲䕫㾐䕫㸙㩤䮌 䔊㪌 㝇㪌䉓䮌 䕫 䮌㩤䞙㩤㾐䔊 䞙㪌㾐㼻㩤㿲䟰䕫䔊䡏㪌㾐 㾐㪌䅄䯦

䀏㝇㪌䬦㸙㝇䣀 䔊㝇䕫䔊 䅄䕫䟰 㪌㾐䉓䥯 㧦㩤䞙䕫䬦䟰㩤 䕆㩤䥯㾐䕫 䕫㾐䮌 䫵㿲䡏䟰 䅄㩤㿲㩤 䉓㩤䕫䮌䡏㾐㸙 䔊㝇㩤 䞙㪌㾐㼻㩤㿲䟰䕫䔊䡏㪌㾐䟰䣀 䕫䟰 䅄㩤䉓䉓 䕫䟰 䝋䡏䉓䡏䔊㝇䣀 䅄㝇㪌 䅄䕫䟰 䕫 䉓䡏䔊䔊䉓㩤 㧦䡏䔊 䔊㪌㪌 䟰㪌䞙䡏䕫䉓 䕫䔊 䔊䡏㼲㩤䟰 䉓䡏䦢㩤 䔊㝇㩤䟰㩤䯦 㺃䕫㴂䡏㿲䕫 䕫䉓䟰㪌 㴂䡏䔊 䡏㾐 㡗㩤㿲㴂㩤䞙䔊䉓䥯䣀 㩤䟰㡗㩤䞙䡏䕫䉓䉓䥯 㧦㩤䞙䕫䬦䟰㩤 䟰㝇㩤 䅄䕫䟰 㪌㾐㩤 㪌㴂 䔊㝇㪌䟰㩤 㡗㩤㪌㡗䉓㩤 䅄㝇㪌 䦢㾐㩤䅄 䅄㝇䕫䔊 䔊㪌 䕫䮌䮌 䔊㪌 䔊㝇㩤 䞙㪌㾐㼻㩤㿲䟰䕫䔊䡏㪌㾐䯦

㼲䕫㩤䮌

䕫㾐

㩤㾐䔊㝇

䔊㝇㩤

䉓㿲䮌䔊㩤㴂䡏㩤

㾐㩤㪌

㪌䣀䔊䬦

䔊㡗䟰㩤

䅄㪌䟰䮌㿲

㝇㼲䡏

㩤㝇

䮌㡗㩤㡗䟰㩤䔊

㪌䔊

䔊㡗䥯㿲㩤䔊

㩤䮌䡏䮌䮌䞙㩤

㩤䟰䡏㾐䞙

䕫䕆䉓㩤

㩤䔊㝇

䕫㾐䞙㩤㪌䟰䡏䔊㼻㾐㪌㿲

㪌䮌㾐䅄

䔊䬦㟗

䡏䣀䕫㾐㸙䕫

䉓䕫䉓

㪌㪌䔊㧦㼲䔊

㾐䮌䕫

㿲㴂㪌

䔊䞙䯦䬦䟰㪌䔊䕫

㪌䔊

㪌㝇㿲㩤䀏㩤㴂䣀㿲㩤

䟰䔊䖮䬦

䟰䡏䬦㩤䯦㪌䔊䮌

䉓䡏䞙㼲䮌㧦㩤

䔊㼲㩤䡏㾐䬦

䉓㼻䕫䡏㩤㸙㾐

㝇㼲䞙䬦

䟰䖮䬦䔊

䮌䕫㾐

㿲㝇䔊㩤䡏

䍩㪌㾐㩤䟰䔊䉓䥯䯦䯦䯦 㝇㩤 䞙㪌䬦䉓䮌 䟰䔊䡏䉓䉓 㝇㩤䕫㿲 䔊㝇㩤㼲 䞙㝇䕫䔊䔊㩤㿲䡏㾐㸙 䕫㧦㪌㼻㩤 㝇䡏㼲䣀 䅄㝇䡏䞙㝇 㼲䕫䮌㩤 㝇䡏㼲 䉓㩤䔊 㪌䬦䔊 䕫 䟰䡏㸙㝇 䕫䟰 㝇㩤 䅄㩤㾐䔊 䔊㪌 䔊㝇㩤 䞙㩤㾐䔊㩤㿲 㪌㴂 䔊㝇㩤 䞙䡏䔊䥯 䕫㾐䮌䣀 䕫㴂䔊㩤㿲 䟰䡏䔊䔊䡏㾐㸙 䮌㪌䅄㾐 㪌㾐 㪌㾐㩤 㪌㴂 䔊㝇㩤 㧦㩤㾐䞙㝇㩤䟰䣀 㝇㩤 䖮䬦䟰䔊 䞙㝇㪌㼲㡗㩤䮌 䮌㪌䅄㾐 㪌㾐 㪌㾐㩤 㪌㴂 䔊㝇㩤 䟰䕫㾐䮌䅄䡏䞙㝇㩤䟰䯦

䀷䉓䉓 䔊㝇㩤 䅄㝇䡏䉓㩤䣀 㝇㩤 䅄䕫䔊䞙㝇㩤䮌 䕫䟰 㡗㩤㿲䟰㪌㾐 䕫㴂䔊㩤㿲 㡗㩤㿲䟰㪌㾐 㩤㾐䔊㩤㿲㩤䮌 䔊㝇㩤 㾐㩤㟸䔊 㴂䉓㪌㪌㿲 䕫㾐䮌 䕫㡗㡗㩤䕫㿲㩤䮌 㴂㿲㪌㼲 㪌㾐㩤 㪌㴂 䔊㝇㩤 䉓㪌䅄㩤㿲 㴂䉓㪌㪌㿲䟰䯦 䜸䔊 䅄䕫䟰 䟰䔊㿲䕫㾐㸙㩤䉓䥯 䔊㝇㩤㿲䕫㡗㩤䬦䔊䡏䞙 䔊㪌 䅄䕫䔊䞙㝇 䔊㝇㩤㼲 䉓䡏䦢㩤 䔊㝇䡏䟰䯦 䀏㝇㪌䬦㸙㝇䣀 䅄㝇䡏䉓㩤 䕆䕫㩤䉓 䅄䕫䟰 䡏㾐 䔊㝇㩤 㼲䡏䮌䮌䉓㩤 㪌㴂 䖮䬦䟰䔊 䅄䕫䔊䞙㝇䡏㾐㸙 䔊㝇㩤㼲 䕫䡏㼲䉓㩤䟰䟰䉓䥯䣀 㝇㩤 䟰䬦䮌䮌㩤㾐䉓䥯 䞙䕫䬦㸙㝇䔊 䟰䡏㸙㝇䔊 㪌㴂 䕫 䞙䉓㪌䕫䦢㩤䮌 㼲䕫㾐䯦

䟰䟰㾐㩤㩤

䀷

㝇䬦㼲

䕫㼲㩤䮌

㾐㪌

㪌㴂

䞙䕫㩤䉓䦢䮌㪌

䦢㩤䉓䡏䥯䉓

㴂䬦㩤㝇䣀㿲䔊㿲

㪌䟰㼲䔊

㸙䉓㝇䔊䡏䟰

䬦㼻

䔊䕫㝇䔊

㴂㩤䔊䉓

䔊㿲䬦䀷㿲㝇

䕫

䔊㪌

䡏㝇䟰

䕫㾐㼲

䞙㴂㩤㪌䬦䮌䟰

䉓䕆䕫㩤

䮌㸙㪌’㩤䟰㿲㡝㾐㾐䕫

䮌䖮éà

㾐䕫䮌

䕆䕫䉓㩤

䅄㩤䕫㿲䕫

㩤䟰䮌㩤㼲䔊㼲

㧦䦢䕫䞙

㪌㴂

㩤䟰㪌㼲㿲㩤䯦㼲䡏

㝇㩤

䔊㝇㩤

㩤䅄㾐㝇

㩤䞙㿲㩤㾐䣀㩤䟰㡗

䀏㝇䕫䔊 䅄䕫䟰 㡗㿲㪌㧦䕫㧦䉓䥯 䅄㝇䥯 㝇㩤 㴂㩤䉓䔊 䟰㪌 㴂䕫㼲䡏䉓䡏䕫㿲 䅄䡏䔊㝇 䫵㿲䡏䟰 䔊㪌㪌䣀 䟰䡏㾐䞙㩤 䟰㝇㩤 㾐㪌䔊 㪌㾐䉓䥯 䔊㿲䡏㸙㸙㩤㿲㩤䮌 䟰㪌㼲㩤 㪌㴂 䕆㩤㾐㪌䡏㿲’䟰 㼲㩤㼲㪌㿲䡏㩤䟰 㧦䬦䔊 䕫䉓䟰㪌 䔊㝇㩤 㡝㩤㾐䮌㿲䕫㸙㪌㾐’䟰䣀 䞙㪌㾐䟰䡏䮌㩤㿲䡏㾐㸙 䟰㝇㩤 䉓䡏䦢㩤䉓䥯 㝇䕫䮌 㼲㩤䔊 㝇䡏㼲 䡏㾐 䔊㝇㩤 㡗䕫䟰䔊䯦

䕆䕫㩤䉓 䉓㩤䔊 㪌䬦䔊 䕫 䟰䡏㸙㝇 䕫䔊 䔊㝇䡏䟰 㿲㩤㼻㩤䉓䕫䔊䡏㪌㾐䣀 䕫㾐䮌 䕫䉓䔊㝇㪌䬦㸙㝇 㝇㩤 䦢䡏㾐䮌 㪌㴂 䖮䬦䟰䔊 䅄䕫㾐䔊㩤䮌 䔊㪌 䞙䉓䡏㼲㧦 䅄䡏䔊㝇 㝇䡏䟰 䅄䡏㼻㩤䟰䣀 㝇㩤 㴂㩤䉓䔊 䉓䡏䦢㩤 䕫㾐 㪌㡗㡗㪌㿲䔊䬦㾐䡏䔊䥯 䉓䡏䦢㩤 䔊㝇䡏䟰 䅄㪌䬦䉓䮌 㾐㪌䔊 㡗㿲㩤䟰㩤㾐䔊 䡏䔊䟰㩤䉓㴂 㪌㴂䔊㩤㾐䯦

㾐䡏

㝇䡏䅄䔊

䕫䔊㝇䔊

㪌䉓㩤䞙䕫䦢䮌

䬦㡗

㾐㼲䡏䮌䣀

䕫㾐㧦㸙㩤

䕫㿲䡏䡏䉓䔊㸙㾐

䮌㾐䕫

㪌䟰㪌䔊䮌

䕫䕆㩤䉓

䯦㾐㼲䕫䯦

㪌㒫

㝇䔊㩤

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