"It's nothing, truly nothing, I was just thinking about other things, but I've figured it out now," Negris comforted the Little Angel by gently rubbing its head.
I was just overthinking things. They are now all in this together, and by nature, they are unlike this demon. Even a carefree fellow like the Little Angel cares about this, it's a genuine feeling.
Seeing that everything was indeed alright, the Little Angel shook its head and punched Negris right in the eye.
Then, with a bounce in its steps, the Little Angel ran up to Ange, patting its own head as if it's expressing 'look how cool I am', until Ange gave a nod of approval.
With his hand over his face, Negris held back both laughter and tears. He had forgotten that only Ange could give Little Angel a head rub. However, the Little Angel's punch brought Negris to his senses. He turned to the Lord of Terror and cracked his knuckles, "You've got nerve, trying to deceive me? I almost fell for it."
