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l have to rely on your own wits and a little love
Even though you didn't inherit his wisdom or skill, there must be a special reason why the book of Azathoth came into your hands like no other, it had a form that appealed to you.
the future is difficult, but for you that difficulty is the key to the future, not the fate of everyone, because the light of the unknown is the light that attracts God.
who are you?
yes? I am the book of Azathoth, but I am not the book of Azathoth, who am I? I don't even know myself. If you wish, you may call me directly through the book of Azathoth, but you must expect nothing.
the last words of Azathoth's book suddenly sent chills down my spine.
well, that's all you have to say, if you keep talking like this you'll end up with some magic book of rules, where you'll be disappointed, if you want to live a good life you have to live more better than others, if that's you, happiness. No matter how you develop, bad things will happen, so you better not worry about me.
After that, despite Alya's questioning, the grimoire fell into a deep sleep, died, turned into a normal grimoire, and disappeared, but Arya still felt his presence.
he slept like a god.
Acmodations in windmill township.
this place is called the market of the dead, and as Victor says, it's a beautiful place.
It was a rare place in the city, and Aria dismissed it as a mage's workshop, but for some reason she didn't
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