(＾▽＾) Because—you're a noble.
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Lucas clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Because I'm a noble? You're telling me social status makes muscles recover instantly now?"
[DING!]
(・∀・) Not your status. Your body itself is noble.
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Lucas exhaled lazily. "A noble body… that still sounds like nonsense. It's probably just because nobles eat better. More protein. More milk. More meat. Of course their bodies would be stronger. It's not because of some so-called 'blue blood'."
[DING!]
(≧▽≦) Wow, Host, you're sharp.
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Lucas frowned. "Host? You're not calling me King anymore?"
[DING!]
(￣▽￣)ゞ Ohohoho… do you like being called King that much?
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"Whatever," Lucas muttered, turning his face away. "Call me whatever you want. Just give me an answer."
He stared at the ceiling in silence for a moment before speaking again.
"Do you think… the tomato harvest will be enough to pay off my family's debt? Especially when Silvara says part of it has to go to the healer."
