"You want this?"
Looking at Kara who was kneeling on the ground and trying to stretch out her right hand, Roger said in a frivolous tone while continuing to play with the moonstone in his hand.
"Give it to me...please...please...give it back to me..."
Kara, who had suffered a serious injury, spoke intermittently in a pleading tone, and every time she opened her mouth, some blood spurted out of her mouth.
"Why should I give it back to you? Give me a reason?
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