For decades she had scraped by in the darkness of the Dungeon, evading the blades of adventurers, the attacks of other monsters, facing the threat of death at every moment.
And now.
Not only were they walking openly through the streets of Orario — they were being welcomed into a residence as grand as this one, and this god had even given thought to the companions still below, those who had not yet made it up to the surface.
"Kami-sama."
The thought carried Lei forward a step. She crossed her wings over her chest and bowed deeply.
Golden hair slid down from her shoulders.
"Everything you have given us already surpasses the word 'miracle.'
"Whether it was leading us out of that lightless Dungeon, or allowing us to walk the streets without hiding, or even now — giving us a shelter where we can close our eyes and rest without fear."
Lei raised her head. Tears traced down the fair, soft curve of her cheek and fell onto the carpet.
"These kindnesses — even we, monsters reviled by all the world, could spend life after life trying to repay them, and we would never manage so much as a ten-thousandth of the debt."
"From this day forward, you need only speak one word. Even if that word is 'go die this instant' — we will not hesitate for a single heartbeat."
Beside her, Fei — seeing Lei kneel — immediately set aside that flighty, scatter-brained nature she usually wore and folded her rose-coloured wings close. With a soft thump, she knelt at Lei's side.
"Fei is the same! Whatever Kami-sama says, Fei will do it!"
A god's gifts to mortals, when given with no expectation of return whatsoever, only make those who receive them feel all the more unsettled and afraid.
Rania, the spider-woman who had stayed pressed to the rear of the group — the largest of them all in sheer physical frame — let her eight thick arachnid legs scrape softly against the floorboards with a faint, rhythmic click-click.
The structure of her lower body made a standard human bow impossible.
And yet.
Rania still bent the upper half of her body — armoured in battered, jet-black plate — down as far as it would go.
Her chin drew almost level with the breastplate at her chest.
She said nothing. But the gesture alone made the resolve of this hardline radical's heretic clear beyond any words.
"Lift your heads."
"I did not do these things because I wanted to watch you weep with gratitude and kneel before me."
"Every life that possesses reason and a soul has the right to live beneath the sunlight."
"I have taken you in — which means I have decided to treat you as my own children."
"And besides, there is a purpose behind my bringing you up here."
"In the not-so-distant future, a great many more children will come to my side — children who, just like you, have known nothing but the world's cruelty."
"Though they possess strength beyond ordinary people, in their minds they are still a group of wounded young children."
The Cursed Children of the G-404 world drifted through Haimer's mind.
"When that time comes."
"I will need you — to serve as their guards, to look after them, and even to teach them how to protect themselves in this merciless world."
"Can you do that?"
A resolute light flared instantly in Lei's eyes.
"Please have no worries!"
Lei pressed her hands together at her chest, her voice ringing clear and firm.
"We will pour every last drop of our strength into it — guard Kami-sama's other children with our very lives — and not allow them to suffer so much as a scratch of harm!"
At that, Haimer gave a satisfied nod.
The matter of the heretics' declaration was settled.
Kikakujou Mary, Onigawara Rin, and the others who had been standing nearby now exchanged a glance with one another.
Having just heard Haimer mention a "new residence," a visible flicker of surprise crossed their eyes.
"Kami-sama, are we moving to a new residence?" Kikakujou Mary looked around at the grand hall surrounding them.
"We've barely been living here for half a month, haven't we?"
Onigawara Rin shifted the tachi in her hand to her side, a puzzled look on her delicate doll-like face.
This three-storey stone house with its courtyard was already more than spacious enough for their current numbers.
"It's true that we haven't been here very long."
Haimer turned to look at the gathered girls of his Familia.
"But, as I just said."
"Very soon, there will not be room to put a foot down in this place."
"When the time is right, I intend to bring up the heretics still remaining in the Dungeon."
"And on top of that, even more children like Enju and little Kohina will be coming."
"It will be a great number."
"There will be many of them, and this house will fill up in no time."
Hearing Haimer speak of more children to come, the expressions of Onigawara Rin, Kikakujou Mary, and the rest shifted almost imperceptibly.
They thought back to the ferocious killing-edge in Tendou Kisara's eyes when she had drawn her blade on the seventeenth floor of the Dungeon that afternoon — and to the grim, startling scars they had seen on the bodies of Aihara Enju and Hiruko Kohina.
They understood immediately: the children Kami-sama spoke of had surely endured hardships beyond anything ordinary people could imagine.
"I understand."
"If this is Kami-sama's arrangement, then the matter of a new residence truly cannot wait."
Kikakujou Mary asked nothing more, giving a thoughtful, understanding nod.
Then she cast a glance at Lei, Fei, and Rania — still travel-worn, still carrying that cold, damp underground chill unique to the Dungeon, their hair matted and tangled together — and took the initiative to step forward.
"In that case, Miss Lei, and everyone else — please follow me."
"There is a proper bathhouse deeper on the ground floor. After spending so long in that damp, gloomy Dungeon, I imagine the thought of a hot bath must be quite appealing right about now."
Onigawara Rin caught on a beat later and promptly fell in beside Kikakujou Mary.
"Quite right. The Magic Stone temperature-regulation system in the bath is extremely convenient. We'll also go and have a change of clothes prepared for you — please don't hesitate."
Using the errand of showing them the way as their excuse, Onigawara Rin and Kikakujou Mary demonstrated — through action — their role as the established mistresses of this household.
Lei naturally caught that faint, subtle competitive glint in the eyes of these girls, and promptly gave an earnest nod, not daring to show any carelessness whatsoever.
"Then, many thanks to our seniors for your kindness. We're sorry for the trouble."
Just as the heretics were about to follow Mary and the others down the corridor — Haimer's gaze passed over the group and came to rest on Rania, walking at the very back.
[Spider-Woman], Rania. Her upper body was clad in battered, broken armour, her face concealed behind a visor, and her lower body was a massive black arachnid frame; eight long, barb-covered legs pressed soft, rhythmic taps into the wooden floor.
"Miss Spider."
Haimer called out to her.
All eight of Rania's legs went rigid at once, and she stopped where she was.
"The bathhouse on the ground floor has two entrances."
Haimer indicated the far end of the corridor.
"The standard sliding door would be a bit of a squeeze for Miss Spider's frame."
"On the left side there is also a set of double wooden doors, originally designed for moving large furniture, that opens directly onto the bathing pool."
"Go in through that door."
"Also — if you find hot water uncomfortable, there is a blue Magic Stone on the wall that can be set to cold water."
Haimer said it the way anyone might mention a perfectly ordinary household matter.
And yet.
That simple consideration froze Rania's enormous spider body in place for a solid few seconds.
Such meticulous, thoughtful care.
Rania opened her mouth. A dry, rasping sound rose from the throat beneath her visor.
Her eight taut spider legs drew fractionally inward, as though she didn't quite know what to do with herself.
"Th… thank you."
After a long, struggling silence.
Rania — the hardline radical spider-woman, her character anything but soft — bowed her head. She gripped the edge of her armour with both hands in a white-knuckled hold, and then, stiffly, awkwardly, squeezed those words out through clenched teeth — before immediately spinning around and marching away on all eight legs in quick, brisk strides, catching up to Onigawara Rin and Kikakujou Mary ahead.
Soon, the sound of footsteps fading down the corridor reached them, along with the thud of the bathhouse door being pushed open.
Haimer withdrew his gaze and turned around, looking toward the wide, red-wood staircase that led to the second floor.
"All right."
He looked at that dense shadow pooled at the bend in the staircase, a note of exasperated resignation in his voice.
"You've had quite enough of a show. Come out, Hestia."
The words had barely left his mouth.
From the shadow at the turn of the stairs came the sound of footsteps.
And then.
"Wuaaaah, HAIMER!!!"
With a wail of tears.
A small figure came sprinting down the staircase at full speed — like a cannonball fired from a gun — and slammed squarely into Haimer's chest.
Haimer looked down.
— Hestia.
Her signature twin tails whipped wildly through the air with the force of her charge, the simple white dress she wore as ever on her frame, the blue ribbon at her chest pulled taut.
Hestia's hands gripped Haimer's clothes with all her strength. Tears streamed down her face like a broken string of beads — even her nose was about to run.
"I was worried to death about you, do you know that?!"
"I heard out on the street that you'd been kidnapped by disgusting monsters in the Dungeon!"
"I thought you'd been eaten by those monsters! Not even a single bone left!"
Hestia sobbed and beat her small, pale fists against Haimer's back with all her might.
Her blows weren't strong enough to count as tickling — but she was absolutely, genuinely falling apart.
Thinking back to the rumours she had first heard.
Hestia had been overcome with fear.
She was only a down-and-out little goddess who had descended to the Lower World not long ago — one who didn't even have a single Familia member yet.
No strength. No money. She could barely even feed herself.
When the news that something had happened to Haimer reached her, her mind had gone completely blank. She had felt as though the sky itself was caving in.
"I had no other option… I could only run and beg Takemikazuchi and Miach for help!"
"And after I finally managed to convince Takemikazuchi to rush over to the Babel Tower plaza —"
"Takemikazuchi came back and told me — told me you were not only completely fine, but that you'd used that Heavens formula of yours to brainwash a horde of Dungeon monsters and marched them right onto the streets!"
Hestia tilted her head up, accusation written all over her tear-streaked face.
"I thought Takemikazuchi was lying to me! But then I came running back here, and I really did see you sauntering in leading a whole group of half-human monsters with wings and tails!"
"So!"
At that, Hestia's sobbing stopped abruptly. She sniffled. Her gaze swept briefly in the direction the heretics had gone — and in those big, watery blue eyes of hers, every trace of worry vanished without a trace, replaced at once by a deeply furrowed brow.
"Haimer, weren't you being a little too nice to that half-bird one called Fei, and that one called Lei?!"
"Don't tell me you have some kind of outlandish ideas about Lower World monsters?! They're monsters with feathers and claws!"
"How can you even be after Dungeon half-human monsters now?!"
"Isn't that a bit of an extreme taste?!"
Looking at this tiny goddess before him — one moment dissolving into blubbering hysteria, the next launching straight into a jealous interrogation without missing a beat —
"Your face-changing speed really is something else."
Haimer raised a hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, rolled his eyes, and decided he couldn't be bothered arguing with Hestia on this particular point.
He reached out and pushed her — this face that had crept up entirely too close — back to a slightly more comfortable distance.
Then he extended two fingers and pinched her puffed-up cheeks on both sides, pulling outward.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!"
Hestia grimaced in pain, her small hands scrabbling frantically at Haimer's fingers in ceaseless protest.
"Put away those ridiculous, filthy thoughts of yours."
Seeing her reaction, Haimer recognised she was playing it up — he hadn't pulled hard at all — and released her with an exasperated sigh, flicking a light knuckle-tap against Hestia's forehead.
"The business with those heretics is nothing like what the other gods are imagining."
"I didn't actually cast any formula to control them."
"And they are not at all the same as the ordinary Dungeon monsters you have in mind."
"If you're truly that curious, go down to the Guild later and ask Ouranos yourself — he knows the whole thing inside and out."
Hearing Haimer invoke Ouranos's name outright.
Hestia blinked, caught off guard — she clearly hadn't expected this matter to involve even the Guild's Ouranos.
She might look scatter-brained most of the time, but she was a goddess all the same, and her mind turned quickly enough.
She grasped at once that whatever lay behind this affair, it was certainly tangled up in Lower World secrets that couldn't be laid out in the open.
Thinking it over, Hestia pursed her lips. If Haimer didn't want to say more, she wouldn't drag the subject out any further.
Fine, fine! She'd go!
"If I ever find out you really do have any improper ideas about those monsters, I… I'll bite you to death!"
Hestia opened her small mouth wide, baring a perfect set of little white teeth in her most ferocious expression.
Though.
On that goddess face of hers, the effect carried precisely zero menace.
"Alright — that's enough of that."
Haimer, giving her no further opening to press her case, looked toward the foot of the staircase leading to the second floor.
Even with his Divine Power sealed away, his sensitivity to the auras around him was a thing no Lower World resident could hope to match.
"There is one more matter."
Haimer's gaze settled on that half-open door at the far end of the second-floor corridor, his tone shifting to something quietly thoughtful.
"It seems we have an unfamiliar guest somewhere in this house."
"Ah — you mean the small one, don't you."
At Haimer's words, Hestia followed his gaze and recalled what had happened earlier that day.
And at that moment, Inaba Tsukuyo — who had been standing quietly beside Haimer all along, her silver waist-length hair framing a bearing as cool and clear as a white lotus in bloom — naturally knew exactly who Kami-sama was referring to.
"Nothing escapes Kami-sama."
Inaba Tsukuyo dipped her head slightly, her voice as soft as flowing water.
"That guest is resting in the left-side guest room on the second floor."
Inaba Tsukuyo paused, gathered her thoughts, and began to give her account of the day's events.
"This afternoon, Rin and I were walking in the streets."
"In a back alley, we encountered a group of Soma Familia members."
"They were in the midst of beating a supporter girl from their own Familia."
"That girl — she is a Pallum we encountered once before in the upper floors of the Dungeon, by the name of Lili."
Inaba Tsukuyo concealed nothing.
She gave a full, precise account: how Onigawara Rin had sent one of the attackers flying with a single kick, how she had driven off the Soma Familia members, and the nature of the grim, startling injuries on Lili's body.
"Because Lili's wounds at the time were severe —"
Inaba Tsukuyo pressed her lips together.
"— and because the Holy Emperor had used 『Utopia』 to treat her —"
"We took it upon ourselves to bring her back to the residence and see her settled."
"We brought an outsider in without Kami-sama's permission."
"Please, Kami-sama, punish us as you see fit."
With that, Inaba Tsukuyo knelt.
Haimer looked at her, helpless, and crouched down, reaching out to lay his hand gently on Inaba Tsukuyo's silver hair and give it a soft, careful ruffle.
"What on earth is there to ask forgiveness for."
There was always that quality in Haimer's voice — a quiet steadiness that put people at ease.
"I have said it many times before — our Familia has no rigid rules. When you encounter something unjust, follow the promptings of your own heart."
He withdrew his hand and used the moment to take Inaba Tsukuyo's arm and help her up from the floor.
"Kindness is not some crime that must be punished. As long as you possess the strength and the resolve to bear the consequences of that kindness, you may do as you wish."
Praised with such gentleness by Haimer, a faint blush spread across Inaba Tsukuyo's pale cheeks in an instant. She bit softly at her lower lip. The great weight that had been hanging over her heart finally settled — and the corners of her mouth curved into the smallest, quietest smile.
"However."
Haimer's tone shifted, and his gaze swept over the gathered girls of his Familia.
"The lot of you are still a little too guileless."
"Meeting someone who is suffering out in the world and extending a hand — that is one thing. But to draw someone carrying a complicated background fully into our circle — that is quite another matter entirely."
"That child is on the second floor right now?"
"Let me go and have a look at her."
Having seen to what needed settling, Haimer did not linger on the ground floor any longer.
He turned, stepped onto the thick-carpeted red-wood staircase, and made his way up to the second floor.
The corridor on the second floor was very quiet.
Haimer walked directly to the door of the left-side guest room.
The door had not been closed fully — left ajar by a narrow sliver of a gap, through which warm Magic Stone lamplight filtered out.
He did not push it open immediately, but stood outside for two seconds.
Through his divine perception, he could sense the faint presence within the room — coiled in a state of extreme tension.
Like a bowstring drawn to its absolute limit, where the smallest breath of wind might be enough to snap it.
What an anxious little thing.
Haimer shook his head, raised his hand, and rapped lightly twice on the door panel.
Knock, knock.
The sound rang out with particular clarity in the quiet of the corridor.
"I'm coming in."
Without waiting for a response from within, Haimer pushed the door open.
Inside the room.
On the soft, wide bed, a small figure was curled into the corner.
— Soma Familia Supporter, Lv.1.
— Liliruca Erde.
The Pallum girl was at this moment hugging her knees with both arms, her entire body drawn into a tiny, tight ball — like a quail soaked through by rain — watching Haimer as he walked in with a gaze that was a complex mixture of fear and wariness.
Her chestnut hair fell in a slightly tangled mess across her shoulders. On that round, still-faintly-baby-soft face of hers, though the wounds had been healed away by the Holy Emperor's magic, the shadow left by years of bullying in the depths of her eyes was something no spell could touch.
Lili, of course, knew exactly who had walked in.
"Ka… Kami-sama…"
Lili swallowed, her voice trembling, and began to stammer out an attempt to clamber from the bed and bow in greeting.
"Stay as you are — no need to be so formal."
Haimer pulled a carved wooden chair from beside the bed and sat down, keeping a distance of just over a metre from the bed.
He made no particular display of divine authority; his posture was even rather casual.
And it was precisely that casualness which, for Lili — who had spent her whole life scrabbling through the mud — made him all the more impossible to read. Her body pulled tighter still.
"I heard from Tsukuyo and the others that they rescued you from the Soma Familia members out on the street."
Haimer crossed his hands on the knee of his crossed leg and came straight to the point.
"Speaking of which — your situation. They gave me a brief outline just now."
"Ten million Valis as the exit fee."
"Chanis — the Familia captain who uses divine wine to control the lower-ranking members."
With each term Haimer named, Lili's shoulders gave a corresponding flinch.
"For a Lv.1 supporter, that is a truly hopeless figure."
"Th… these are all things that Lili herself didn't…"
Lili gripped the corner of the blanket over her legs with all her strength, not daring to raise her eyes to Haimer's.
"Lili… Lili is only a supporter without much combat ability."
"To have great people step in and save her at all — Lili is already endlessly grateful. Come dawn, Lili will leave and absolutely will not be a burden to anyone here."
The words came out of Lili with a practised fluency, carrying a self-effacing quality worn into her by years of survival spent appeasing others.
Since her current situation was a bottomless pit there was no filling, the most sensible thing was to know her place, roll up her bed, and leave.
"Leave? Go where?"
Haimer looked at that hedgehog-prickle of defensiveness Lili wore, and put the question back to her.
"Back to that Soma Familia that uses divine wine to control you and treat you as a money tree?"
"Or are you planning to keep using that special magic of yours — to swindle lower-ranking adventurers out of their equipment and scrape together that ten million Valis?"
Lili's head snapped up. A flash of shock lit her chestnut eyes.
She had clearly not anticipated that this god had already seen through even her usual habits of trickery and deceit.
"I…"
Lili lowered her head, biting down hard on her lower lip — and found she had no possible rebuttal.
In this Orario where hierarchy was rigid and power was everything, what other way did a Pallum supporter have to stay alive?
"Don't paint everyone with the brush of your former companions."
Haimer held Lili's gaze.
"My children are good people. They saved you simply because they couldn't stand by and watch — not because they wanted anything from you."
"But that is only their thinking."
Haimer's body leaned slightly forward, his tone taking on a deeper, more serious edge.
"I, on the other hand, am different from them."
"As a god, I never conduct business at a loss."
"Nor would I ever shelter — for no reason whatsoever — a person who has nothing to do with me and is furthermore dragging a heap of trouble behind her."
At those words, the last remnant of hope in Lili's heart sank completely.
Of course.
She had known it would be like this.
"However."
Just as Lili was bracing herself to shut her heart completely — Haimer continued.
"If you can prove to me that you have value worth my intervention —"
"I believe I can help you resolve this problem."
The weight of those words was immense.
So immense that Lili, for a moment, honestly doubted whether she had heard correctly.
If anyone else had said them, Lili would have been certain she was being manipulated.
But.
Paired with that perfectly matter-of-fact expression on the god's face — those words produced in Lili's heart an absurd, impossible sense of reality.
"Lili's… value…"
Lili murmured the phrase, her eyes beginning to flicker wildly.
What value did she have?
Her combat ability was poor. Her frame was weak. She couldn't handle even the most basic monsters of the lower levels.
The only thing she could ever lay on the table…
Lili clenched her teeth. She jumped down from the bed.
Her bare feet touched the wooden floor.
"Kami-sama!"
Lili tilted her face up and met Haimer's gaze head-on.
"If… if there is any value that Lili has —"
"Then it is only this."
Lili's words fell silent.
She drew a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began to draw on the magical energy within her body.
"『Cinderella』!"
Following those briefly murmured words of incantation.
A burst of light enveloped her small body entirely.
In the space of a blink —
When the radiance faded.
The figure standing before Haimer was no longer that chestnut-haired Pallum girl named Lili.
In her place stood a slight, slender girl of the Canine race, with a pair of fluffy dog-ears and a tail!
Even the oversized white nightgown she had been wearing had been transformed, under the influence of magical energy, into a rough set of adventurer's leather armour.
"Kami-sama — this is Lili's magic."
From the mouth of that canine girl, a voice emerged that was utterly unlike Lili's original clear, bright tone.
"『Cinderella』."
"As long as the physique is not too different, Lili can transform perfectly into any race — not just appearance, but voice, and even the distinguishing features of the race can be reproduced."
The canine girl lowered her head.
"Chanis saw the value in Lili's magic and forced Lili to use it — to gather intelligence, to carry out all manner of illegal dealings."
"Because of this magic, no one has ever been able to catch Lili in the act."
When she finished speaking — a flash of light passed through.
Lili reverted to her Pallum form. Her forehead was filmed with fine beads of sweat from the exertion of using her magic in quick succession, and she was breathing slightly hard.
She raised her head and looked at Haimer with eyes full of anticipation — and anxiety.
— This was her only card to play.
This transformation magic, coveted greedily by so many — it was the sole thing she could rely on to survive in this cruel world, and the only chip she had left to trade for protection.
Haimer sat in his chair and watched in silence as Lili completed the transformation and its release.
— Instinct engaged.
As a god whose concept was that of the God of Arms, he possessed an absolute, penetrating insight into the essential nature of all techniques and skills.
Magic, when everything was stripped away, was a technique — a means of applying magical energy and rules.
And so.
In the very instant Lili activated 『Cinderella』 —
The trajectory of that grey magical light, the restructuring principles governing her body — in Haimer's eyes, all of it was broken down into the most fundamental magical formulae.
Every last detail, in no more than two seconds, had been fully grasped and engraved in the deepest strata of his memory.
If he wished, Haimer could at this moment cast a version of 『Cinderella』 more refined and longer-lasting than Lili's own.
Though.
Haimer was naturally not foolish enough to say any of this aloud.
Some things were better kept quietly to oneself.
He looked at the Lili before him — so tense she barely dared draw a breath.
"This is indeed a very interesting and rare magic."
Haimer offered a measured assessment.
Hearing that evaluation, the heart Lili had been holding at the very top of her throat finally dropped down just a fraction.
It seemed she did have some value after all.
But then, Haimer's next words hit her like a bucket of cold water poured directly over her head.
"However."
Haimer shifted in his seat, and his gaze sharpened.
"This alone is not sufficient for me to step in and clean up the mess with the Soma Familia on your behalf."
"What?!"
Lili's head shot up, her expression one of utter disbelief.
"This… this kind of magic isn't even enough?!"
"No matter how remarkable a magic may be, it is, in the end, only a tool."
Haimer's tone was level.
"If the person who wields the tool is nothing but a puddle of mud, then the tool itself loses whatever value it should have possessed."
"You keep calling yourself a supporter with no real combat ability."
"You lay every misfortune at the feet of your own weakness, at Chanis's exploitation, at that Familia mired in a swamp of divine wine."
"But."
Haimer rose from his chair and closed the distance to Lili one step at a time, looking down at her from above.
"Have you ever thought about fighting back?"
"Or rather — do you truly possess the resolve to burn your bridges?"
Those two questions struck Lili's chest like a hammer.
Lili stepped back half a pace, retreating from Haimer's oppressive gaze.
"Lili… Lili is only a Pallum…"
She attempted to justify herself.
"In a world where even the gods are using us — fighting back… only means dying faster…"
"Is that your answer."
Haimer shook his head, as though the answer had left him mildly disappointed.
"When everything is stripped back to its root."
"A person must first save herself — before others can save her."
Haimer turned and walked to the window, looking out at the glittering night skyline of Orario beyond the glass.
"I imagine you understand well enough — banking on someone else to come swooping in like a brainless do-gooder out of nowhere, sweep away every bully who ever wronged you, and then carry you off into a warm, comfortable ivory tower where you live out the rest of your days without a care in the world."
"That kind of thing does happen. But it is exceedingly rare."
"Nothing in this world comes free."
"My children feel sympathy for you — because they are willing to tend to the warmest place inside their own hearts, and willing to let it spill outward."
"But as the one who guides them — as the patron god of this Familia — I will absolutely not permit a coward who only cowers behind others, shaking, and pins all her hopes on someone else's mercy, to become a member of my Familia."
Haimer turned his head and looked at Lili, standing frozen in place.
"I can give you a platform from which to escape this."
"I can even guarantee — the moment you take that step, not a single person in all of Orario will dare lay a finger on you."
"But the prerequisite is —"
"You must prove to me that you have a will to live — and the courage to cut your own chains."
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