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conversations.value:  The clinic where the injured student had been taken to was run by the Spiritual Church. It charged for its services on a sliding scale: the wealthy paid high prices and the poor paid nearly nothing, and consequently the Church had earned massive goodwill from the common folk. There were several such clinics in the kingdom, but this one was located on Academy grounds. Being part of an institution where magic was practiced and the Academy Knights fought monsters, it was equipped with state-of-the-art technology and personnel—partly because most of the student-clients were nobles, of course. When we arrived at the clinic and asked to see the student, we were told he was still undergoing treatment. We took up positions in the waiting room.
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conversations.value:  "The commoner probably said something outrageous. It’s his own fault." Claire said as we waited.
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conversations.value:  "But isn’t attacking him with magic an excessive response?" Misha said.
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