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The newly purchased quill was not letting ink flow smoothly. Edward walked over to the half-open window and flicked it outside, only to hear a sharp intake of breath.
He looked down and saw someone hanging beneath the windowsill, someone who should currently have been at the Sauron Family's Royal Private Hunting Ground. Her shoulder-length hair had been hastily tied back. Today, she wore brown-and-white hunting attire, and her straight white trousers and light gray leather boots lent her figure a dash of gallantry, making her look more agile and brisk than usual.
"You caught me." The wall-climbing young woman smiled brightly and threw in a wink. The windowsill was ten meters above the ground. Adela had one foot on a small projecting flower stand, while the other dangled freely. She looked quite at ease, even perfectly composed. "Then give me a hand!"
Edward shut the window and locked it from inside.
The person outside shouted and yelled, but the Devil acted as though he heard nothing. He walked over to the bookshelves covering an entire wall and said to a dark-gray-haired marionette in the corner, "Have you finished the essay questions?"
The marionette sat obediently at the little desk beside the bookshelves, his posture proper and completely motionless. Only two lines had been written on the test paper before him.
Edward glanced over them without expressing approval or disapproval and asked him matter-of-factly, "Is this how you want to handle it?"
"Then you aren't suited to running a factory, or even owning a plantation. Even if you settled into a steady government job, you'd have too much conscience to get promoted. Stop thinking about doing business."
"I, know, this is wrong. No, this is, right, it just, won't make, money." Richard Ernst, a newly advanced Saint who had