"She just passed through Nuclear Flash. Are you sure you want to leave now? You are not even curious about what she is going to write?" Ashveil called out to Boiling Orange, who was actually getting ready to leave at such a moment. It was rare for Ashveil to sit down calmly and watch the spectacle together with Boiling Orange.
Boiling Orange hopped away, muttering nonstop. "Oh, I need to go ask. A world that has already been reconstructed should have its old dock closed. How can there still be sighs?"
"You are afraid to see what she writes about Nuclear Flash," Ashveil said with certainty.
The orange that had always been wrapped in flames changed shape. Unlike when he worked in the Demon Metropolis and had to keep a form too short to even reach the table, he turned into a tiny figure barely half a meter tall.
