| In a forest near Dark Magic Research Tower...
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Nezha: ...Thanks for saving me.
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Branze: Forget it, we didn’t save you for your sake. We didn’t want to see those Dark magic people do weird things.
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Bransel: It’s a relief that we’ve made it out safely. Surely they won’t think we’ve gotten this far?
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Nezha: Did my dad send you?
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Branze: No? Who’s your dad?
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Nezha: ...Then why’d you rescue me?
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Branze: We don’t like them.
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Bransel: We’re acquainted with them... but not exactly friends.
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Nezha: Acquaintances? Are you on the same side as those mages?
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Branze: What do you mean, ‘same side’? How dare you say that?
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Bransel: We both needed what each side offered and took advantage of that. Briefly.
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Branze: They’re annoying, those Dark mages. Making other people suffer because of their own twisted greed. They’re probably on edge now since you’ve disappeared. Haha, serves them right!
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Nezha: Then whose side are you guys on?
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Branze: We’re on our own side! Anyway, you should go home now that you’ve escaped.
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Nezha: ...I don’t know my way back.
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Branze: What? You don’t know where your own house is? Are you dumb?
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Bransel: She probably was knocked out on her way here and didn’t see what path they took. They’re probably watching the premises now that they’re aware she’s gone.
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Branze: How annoying... You can stay here for now.
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Bransel: We’ll make an exception for you. This forest here is our playground. There are a lot of thickets to hide in. No one knows that we come here often, so it should be okay.
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Nezha: You two... who are you?
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Branze: Me? My name’s Branze.
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Bransel: I’m Bransel.
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