Chapter 258: Assassin

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    honestly hoped that, for once, Jenna could have lived. That, despite all the death flags, she could survive. In an hopeless and sorry state, but at least live to see another day.

    I guess in this LN it's very difficult to obtain that
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    since all things decay let that f#ck decay in the ground as well
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    Bruhhh im gonna crash out. Not Jenna man
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    W franca, L Jenna
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    Why do I love this story so much?! butwhy butwhy butwhy butwhy butwhy




    PRAISE THE FOOL
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      PRAISE THE FOOL!!!
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      praise the fool
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      The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era;
      The Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog;
      The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck;
      PRAISE THE FOOL!!!
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    truly no happy endings in lotm 😭
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      😭😭😭😭😭
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    F#CK YOU CUTTLEFISH, F#CK YOU
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      I can't handle ts troll17
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    damn jenna RIP
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    pls, survive Jenna, PLS!!!
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    Jenna watched as crimson blood gushed forth, and Hugues Artois’s countenance gradually crumbled under the lights. Surrounding her, red sparks erupted, whether from firearms or supernatural abilities. She closed her eyes with a serene smile, surrendering to her fate.

    Mother, I see the light.

    Light was the meaning of everything, that's cold.
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