"You despicable Paladin!"
"It's absolutely despicable!"
Lukalia glared furiously at Herbert, her teeth aching with hate, and complained incessantly, "How can you be so excessive? How can you be so selfish?"
"I've already made concessions, and you still use her to pressure me!?"
Are you even a Paladin anymore?
No.
Are you even human?
This world is like that, some are happy while others are sad, people's joys and sorrows do not connect.
Smiles are conserved.
When the smile on Lukalia's face disappears, it doesn't vanish, but instead transfers to Herbert's face.
The white-haired young man smiled at the Mirror Elf, shrugged, and asked sarcastically, "Just say whether it's useful or not?"
"Useful!"
Angrily and timidly, Lukalia quickly replied, "It's useful, so what!?"
"Even if it's useful, it can't change my opinion of you! You shameful debauched Paladin!"
"Despicable!"
"Debauched!"
"Dirty!"
