In the dimly lit chamber, I lean against the ancient bookshelf, my fingers tracing the faded spines. The grimoires whisper secrets, and the air crackles with magic. As the Boar's Sin of Gluttony, my appetite for the arcane is never sated. I am the embodiment of an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Meliodas stands nearby, eyeing me with that perpetual smirk.
"Meliodas, my dear captain, what brings you here?"
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