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"Elaine, don't you think this voice sounds beautiful?"

In the presidential suite of a top hotel in Tiangong City, with a low laugh, the silver-haired man - Isaac Ray Pelham Westcott said to the woman who was accompanying him.

The space shock alarm was still buzzing, but there was no look of panic on their faces.

"You still have such a bad taste, Ike."

Ignoring Westcott, Elaine manipulated the notebook in her hand to check the information coming from the DEM branch.

"Speaking of which, as an 'ordinary person', do you really not need to seek refuge?"

As if it was a joke, Ailian said it very casually.

"Haha, there's no need for that. Anyway, Ailian, you will definitely protect me when the time comes, right?"

Raising his chin and looking out the window at the turbulent streets, Westcott covered half of his face with his hands.

"...Ah, yes, I can't let you die now."

In response, Ellen gave up teasing Westcott.

"The results are there, (Diva) is here now."

Simplifying the complicated map, Ailian used a diffuse red dot to mark the location of the spirit that caused the space shock.

"Really? Then..."

"You can go too this time."

"——!"

Her expression finally changed, and Eileen looked at Westcott in surprise.

"Ah. That's right."

"The 'stage' has been prepared. How can we do it without 'actors'?"

Saying this, an unpredictable smile appeared on Westcott's face.

"..."

"I see."

Ellen Mira Mathers was more than just Westcott's assistant.

At the same time, she is also the strongest magician in the world!

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At this moment, on the flight to Tiangong City, the three elves who were tired from playing had just fallen asleep.

Looking calmly out the window, Wanyuri thought quietly.

(It will arrive tomorrow.)

Through the Eight Dance sisters, she has understood how to establish spiritual circuits with the elves.

This time when I go back, I should also face the problem of a certain singer.
Chapter completed!