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Note:Metanoia

Note:Metanoia

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 29, 2020
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Romance
An apathetic, energy saver, genius and boring kind of guy met a very gorgeous girl but her curiosity is on a different level, she's voiceless but that doesn't make her to be not normal. Aika Jimenez asked for help to Apollo to investigate the buried case of her father. Until they got into a mysterious game. What will be their life and fate? Will they find the answer to the biggest mystery in A. Academy? As well as in other small cases?
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