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While Delilah strolled through the empty woods, gathering firewood and dry leaves, Astrid had fallen asleep. Beside her, Stetson settled on the couch and watched over her. As simple as it seemed to get stronger and take over a kingdom, it wasn’t. Watching Astrid work herself to extract a satisfactory performance made Stetson feel pity for her. “However, it’s her battle. I can only teach her how to do it. I can’t be the one to fight it for her,” mumbled Stetson, reminding himself that he was just a teacher. Since Delilah overheard his feelings regarding Astrid’s situation, she ended up asking him, “Why do you feel that way? Why do you act as if you’ve a responsibility towards her? Why can’t you just treat her like me?” Stetson crossed his arms as he reminded the young woman, “Haven’