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... e's Court when they heard the melodious ringing of bells.

 Today is Thalia’s first Monday since she moved into Icerite Academy.

“When we first came to Iclita College, did we hear the bell ringing as soon as we arrived?”

Thalia walked beside him with the little black cat in her arms, and set out with him on the way to school at the Magic Academy.

  She and Lanqi didn’t have a good relationship with each other when they came to Icerita at the beginning, and she was ...

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