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Bell returned to her house, she had became very quite after hearing about Kazuya’s real identity .
When the Kitchen troops were leaving the evacuees had gathered and cheered them .
Kazuya returned from Belgrade to the Dallas base in a car . Fyne who had be thinking for a while suddenly straightened her posture and asked a question .
Advertisement“ . . . Ummmm I have something that I want to ask you”
“What is it?”
“”… . . Why did you let your soldiers feed the people and treat the sick? Even if you help these displace people it serves you no benefit?”
“… . Well if you look at it that way it is only a loss”
Kazuya smiled and answered with a troubled laugh .
“Then, why?”
When hearing Kazuya answer, Fyne tilted her neck and became even more confused .
Kazuya looked at Fyne and said “Yeah, Im not a saint . But I can have some good thoughts . ”
“If you have plenty of time and there is a person in trouble in front of you, would you not help them?”
“…… . ”
Fyne was satisfied with Kazuya’s answer .
“………… . . . That is why?”
“It’s like that”
Fyne relaxed her rigid body and looked at Kazuya with a straight face .
“You are sweet and gentle………………… . . But………………… . . ”
The words that Fyne mentioned last did not reach anyone’s ears .
Chapter end
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