"When he said he wanted to start work, I didn't expect him to mean this... By the way, what the hell is he even making?"
Myne, who was boredly sitting on a chair while looking at Zarathunathis, who was busy building a weird-looking circular thing from unknown materials he was taking out from thin air, asked causally.
"Who do you take me as? His son or secretary? How can I know about his every move? But by observing its shape, he is seen making a portal or something like that. Anyway, it's almost finished; we will know soon enough," Drakthor, who was also boredly counting the rocks on the floor, replied annoyingly.
