The Golden Spire Race
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"Well, well, look who's here," said Miranda, noticing Carl and Drake appearing. "Looks like the Bullet Demon is no longer that intimidating anymore, hm?"
Once the two reached the restaurant, which had a very vintage wooden interior decorated nicely like a home, Miranda was the first to greet them with a slightly cynical attitude.
"Miranda! Don't be like that with the man, he has gone through a lot, you know?" Benladann sighed, facepalming. "Sorry about that… She's kind of dumb sometimes."
"Hey!" Miranda complained. "I was just trying to lighten the mood a little bit… Whatever."
"It's alright, I don't mind," Carl said. "My name is Carl by the way. I wanted to thank you for everything, I never thought I would regain my body… It's a lot to think about, and process."
"Do you feel better now, mister Carl?" Benladra wondered. "I did my best to heal you back. I was surprised to find your body in such a deteriorated state."