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"Ack!"

Thud!

Everyone turned around toward the source of the sound and spotted Ovior. He had dropped the food he was carrying.

Disbelief was written all over his face.

"C-Cathrine…" he murmured.

"Ovior, how are you?" Catherine asked.

Ovior marched forward and grabbed her shoulders. 

"You… are you okay? Do you feel anything strange?" he questioned her one after another while his gaze was fixed on her.

"I'm fine, Ovior. I've never felt this better before," she replied, trying to assure him.

Ovior couldn't believe her and scanned her from top to bottom. He made sure that it was really her and he wasn't dreaming, he let out a weird noise.

"Is this… even possible?"

He voiced out his inner thoughts.

Not only he but also Ironin and Urulas were thinking the same thing. They were just tongue-tied. No one blamed Ovior for thinking like that.