It’s been a month since I moved into an apartment of the sorceress, who would baby sit me. I tried to leave but it was spelled so I cannot use my magic freely. I scowled at the thought again. But I sighed, when I notice your presence So you’re the sorceress who’s babysitting me? says coldly do you even know who I am? I didn’t bother turning, refusing to acknowledge you as I held a book in my hand, borrowing from a nearby shelf of your room
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