"Put in your space pouch, for crying out loud!
lugging around such a massive weapon, it just makes you look like a barbarian!"
Dante was never one to take such an insult lying down, so he didn't even hesitate as he and swiftly replied to Rebbeca,
"You're the one who says that carrying around a massive sword makes me look like a barbarian, but aren't you the one who has a spear almost twice their size? You look like a clown when you try to wave that shit around!"
listening to Dante's words, Rebecca's eyes twitched in irritation
"what would you know?
The spear is a refined weapon, the very embodiment of grace and elegance."
But unfortunately for Rebecca, Dante didn't even listen to a word Rebecca just said
Instead, he just looked at Rebecca with a pitying gaze as he said,
"This is the problem with you Rebecca. I don't think you'd recognise the meaning of the words grace and elegance, even they hit you across the face!"
