Motan gave a slight smile, his rows of white teeth gleaming: "Well then, since you've already agreed, we'll just..."
"Wait a minute! When did I say I agreed?"
"Hmm? So you're planning to ignore the truth of this tragic love story and prioritize completing the quest to leave here?"
"Ah, that... that's not it, I just..."
"Save it. Even if you hesitate, I'll still persuade you later, so let's just skip this step entirely."
Motan unreasonably interrupted Feather Song, then turned his head to look at Grace, whose expression became increasingly perplexed, and offered an apologetic smile: "What a pity, it seems my companion doesn't want to resolve this matter so easily?"
The latter, though not intended to be sarcastic, couldn't help but ask: "Putting aside what you call the truth, are you sure it's not the young lady but rather yourself who doesn't want this matter to end?"
"We are united in thought though separated in form."
