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Before the metal flower fully bloomed, devilish laughter came from the depths of the flower.

"Hahahaha. Wahahahaha. Wahahahaha. I'm back. My well-defined face, my strong chest muscles, and—Aiyaya—finally, you're all back. You seem to be stronger than before after a period of rest. Hahahaha!"

His voice was deep and coarse, but it was raised to a high pitch because of his excitement, which made Princess Summer's blood run cold.

It was because she could tell that it was an out-and-out baritone, which was not something that a girl as lovely as Theresa could utter.

What was going on? Theresa? How—how did her voice become like this? What exactly was she wrapped in jade?