Reo's face was still flushed with the redness of rage, his veins pulsing beneath the knotty muscles, as he looked at the two people who suddenly appeared, a hint of bewilderment and confusion flashing in his eyes as big as copper bells, he asked in a rough voice:
"Why are you here?"
On the left, the metallic face of Alchemy Puppet Codinos, where the fixed corners of his mouth seemed to raise a slight arc again, made a sound with a teasing friction:
"In accordance with that guy's will, here to support you." His metallic finger casually pointed in Lynch's direction.
"Support?" Reo seemed to hear some absurd joke, his voice abruptly rising with anger of being belittled, "What kind of joke is this! Just a mere..."
His thick finger almost poked Lynch's nose, his tone filled with disdain and irritability: "A mere insignificant character needing to be cleaned up requires your support?! I can crush him by myself!"
