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POV: Third person
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"My goddess, please take a break, your condition may worsen."
"Cough! I can't... I'm responsible, I have to fix this mess, even if it's the last thing I do."
In a gigantic, exquisitely decorated room, there were two women.
One was sitting at a desk holding a quill while writing something tensely, regardless of the fact that she was coughing up blood with a peculiar golden color from time to time.
Even so, she exuded a heavy aura of dignity and seriousness as she focused on what she was doing.
She did not seem to agree with the words of what appeared to be a girl with drooping rabbit ears dressed as a butler.
"My goddess, at least take your medicine. If you don't, it could be dangerous for you."
"Cough! That stupid medicine is useless... cough! My wounds are not that simple.... Anyway, convey my thanks to Eshvara and Medicium."
"I will make sure to do so, My Goddess."
