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Dressed as Wendy, a flower seller from another world, she lives in a slum and struggles to make a living every day.
Until one night, when Wendy was selling flowers on the street, she picked up a crumpled magic academy admission notice.
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I flow to the west and fantasize, with private buildings like mountains and sand sculptures of miniature groups.
Mission: Where there is a will, there is a way