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Otto:  "My main source of sustenance is Emilia-tan’s adorable smile, so don’t go nabbing my food!” When the topic of their conversation suddenly interrupted them, it gave Otto a fright. Emilia reflexively laughed, and it wasn’t long before Otto laughed, too, with a heartbreaking look on his face.
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Beatrice:  “Wait a…! Why are you two the only ones having fun?! That’s super not fair! Beatrice, take the reins for a second. I’m going in!”
human
Beatrice:  “What?! How is this okay, I wonder?! Stop it! Betty can’t… It’s tipping over! Aren’t we about to tip over, I wonder?! That land dragon’s eyes say it’s about to happen!”
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General:  “Hey, General! What’s up? The ride’s shakin’ real hard—is everythin’ all right? !”
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Otto:  Hearing the commotion from the driver’s position and overhead, Otto reluctantly rose from his seat. It seemed that Sir Knight of Little Patience had reached his limits. Otto judged that it was best to politely yield his spot so he could soothe the land dragons.
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Emilia:  “Otto.” As Otto thus began shifting from the cabin to the driver’s seat, the call of Emilia’s voice stopped him. What he saw when he turned around suddenly stole his breath away. The trust Emilia placed in her smile struck him deeply within his chest. "I’ve caused you a great deal of trouble, but I will do my best. I’m counting on you.”
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Otto:  “—Yes, please do. I look forward to sharing whatever enjoyment you find along the way.”
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Emilia:  “That reply sounded a lot like Subaru, too.” Smiling wryly, Otto headed toward the driver’s seat. —This is why I work so hard. Truly, master and servant alike were born swindlers. Otto had a need to rise to meet others’ expectations of him, and it was like a disease that left him fatally vulnerable to people like Subaru and Emilia. And as their banter continued like this, the twelfth day since departing from Roswaal Manor arrived.