Chapter 70

Complaining about a problem,

Without proposing a solution

Is called whining.

~theodoore roosevelt

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"That is strange, but don't you have her life contract? Did you investigate it?were there any leads?" She shakes her head in dismay. Dark blue hair shining under the suns bright light.

"That's the even weirder part. The paper vanished into the thin air. It was like it never existed, just like her."

"I don't know why Ora, but...I feel like this isn't as simple as it looks."

"I know, but it was just a maid anyway. No need to dig deeper." On the surface I agree with her, but on the inside... I can't help but think that this is all too suspicious. Didn't that death-seeking god say that he erased all that there was about me in this place. Then, how was it possible for Ora's mysterious stranger to know about the Sakura Jian.