Since all Singto may do was feel the stress forming in his chest and spreading itself throughout his body, he couldn’t even truly concentrate on what was happening.

“Singto?” But he didn’t respond at all. He couldn’t get his eyes off of the ample quantity of dishes encompassing him, although it’s not that he wished to deliberately ignore them. He felt

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