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Like a wasp hive that got unceremoniously disturbed, the soldiers quickly came out of their revelry as I heard them immediately swarm our position. While I couldn't tell how many or how far they were in virtue of the tent's remains blocking our vision, I could still tell from the sound of boots on the ground that it was not just a substantial amount.

"Identifiez-vous!" What sounded like a stereotypical French dude shouted at us from outside the tent. I could already tell from the tone that he was far from happy with our current arrangements. "Sortez et rendez-vous!"

"What're they saying, Sis?" Livia whispered behind me.

"I have no idea."

I could probably infer what the hell they were saying through what few loan words I knew, but other than that and their tone, I had absolutely no clue on whatever the fuck they were say
MokouFriedChicken

Once again, no French experience whatsoever. Well, it'd fit the other world narrative, at least.

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