"You old fool," Myne growled, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "I wonder who made you a divine beast. You're hundreds of years older than me, yet you act like a child. Can't you even tell a person's condition by looking at them? What kind of divine beast are you?"
"I was trying to tell you to give me a mana potion or something to recover, but you kept talking nonsense without any shame. Forget about that," Myne continued. "Even if you can't see my condition, you could've turned your head and looked at your teammates' expressions. They're all enjoying themselves while you make a fool of yourself. Believe me, if it weren't for the fact that we're friends and you once helped save my life, I would've definitely ganged up with them and made a great dark history for you."
