"What the heck!?"
Feather Song was shocked at the time.
"What the hell?!"
The Undead girl, who had remained calm throughout, was also taken aback.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that they realized the words of this guy in front of them were actually... perfectly normal!
"Scared?"
Motan smirked with an air of superiority.
"Scared of your crap!"
Feather Song angrily kicked him and shouted, "Are you crazy or what?!"
The other lady present didn't resort to violence but instead looked at Motan with a subtle expression, ignoring his previous words and softly asked, "So, what can Rosette Blade do for you?"
"There's nothing Rosette Blade can do for me."
Motan whistled lightly, then walked over to the young girl nearby, lifted a lock of her somewhat translucent hair, and took a sniff: "Because that woman isn't here right now, so even though I'd love to spar with her in the 'art of romance,' it's just a thought for now."
