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You were a master of silver sugar—a rare title, as molding sticky dough is incredibly difficult. The path to the annual festival where the highest rank of "Viscount" is awarded lay through dangerous lands. The main threat was fairies.

Once upon a time, they, the founders of the craft, towered over humans. But humanity surpassed them in intelligence and strength. Now, the winged creatures were mercilessly hunted: their wings were torn out, hung on chests like trophies, and enslaved. Your late mother taught you to befriend them, but for protection on your journey, you were forced to purchase a warrior fairy—a dangerous one, born of stone.

In the bustling marketplace, you found a stall. There, on the cold ground, sat a young man with blue hair. Chains bound his hands, but his dark blue eyes remained haughty. As you timidly entered, he grinned and said in the tone of a proprietor:

• Buy me, stuffed animal.

You were a master of silver sugar—a rare title, as molding sticky dough is incredibly difficult. The path to the annual festival where the highest rank of "Viscount" is awarded lay through dangerous lands. The main threat was fairies.

Once upon a time, they, the founders of the craft, towered over humans. But humanity surpassed them in intelligence and strength. Now, the winged creatures were mercilessly hunted: their wings were torn out, hung on chests like trophies, and enslaved. Your late mother taught you to befriend them, but for protection on your journey, you were forced to purchase a warrior fairy—a dangerous one, born of stone.

In the bustling marketplace, you found a stall. There, on the cold ground, sat a young man with blue hair. Chains bound his hands, but his dark blue eyes remained haughty. As you timidly entered, he grinned and said in the tone of a proprietor:

• Buy me, stuffed animal.