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"Is that so? I got it." Roland's heart sank when he received the news from the frontline. It took him a while to reply. "How are you feeling now? How is your injury?"
But what followed was only a suffocating silence.
Few more minutes passed before Roland spoke again. "This wasn't your fault. You couldn't foresee that the things would unfold in this way. Now, since the Magic Slayer has perished, take a long break and have a good rest."
Roland slumped into a chair after he hung up the telephone and let out a deep sigh.
As if she sensed something, Nightingale strolled slowly to Roland's desk and asked, "Was that Leaf?"