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The sound of the door of the old Devil's office opening resounded, Guilliman walked out with a bitter expression on his face.
These few days had been some extremely hard on him; he barely got enough sleep being cooped up in there with the old man. His body felt sore.
"Haha, congratulations kid, you look like a new man," the middle-aged Willy walked forward and clasped Guilliman's shoulders.
Seven days cooped up in the same room as that old man was a kind of hell he wouldn't even wish on his enemies; yet, this kid had survived. It was an achievement.
"Hehe, thanks…but I should be going, I need to sleep properly before our next session," Guilliman smirked bitterly as he slowly dozed.
"Huh? Wait, you're planning on coming back?!!" Willy was a bit taken aback; he was of the opinion that Guilliman had finally snapped and left the old man—was this not the case after seven whole days?
