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"Speaking of which, why have I only seen Suah in the school? What about Baranka? Is he dead yet?"
Richard jumped off the ship. The palm-sized rag dolls on the ground, dressed as soldiers and merchants, stood up one after another and filed into Richard's suitcase. The last doll inside raised its hand and shut the case.
He picked up the suitcase and exhaled toward the sea. The surrounding fog immediately thickened, concealing the port and the ships as a curse of lost direction spread through the area in the form of mist.
Seeing the Temperance Angel address their leader by name without any honorifics, Mahames and Taufik dared not make a sound.
The Rose School generally felt that, after correcting his acting method, their leader seemed to have grown his brain back. This was clearly a good thing-as evidenced by the return of such a powerful ally as the Temperance Angel to the Resistance Army. Compared with those benefits, calling him by name was nothing. It was an affair between angels, anyway. They could simply consider it His Highness Suah showing courtesy to a worthy subordinate.
Only half the school could barely accept the "indulgence-temperance-indulgence" acting method. Those who could not, who continued indulging without attempting to shackle themselves, could only lose control. This was also the consequence of indulging too much in everyday life.
A peculiar phenomenon easily arose in most hidden organizations. When it came to preaching indulgence in desire, for instance, it was often the low-ranking members and ordinary people affiliated with the organization who followed those demands and indulged completely. The leaders who needed to manage them generally retained brains that had not been entirely corroded by indulgence-at least some of their brains remained.
For example, the two demigods Richard had tucked into his