"Howah, what's with this room?"
We've successfully got Cool into the clubroom. She's running around as if a kid in a big playground. And as if I am her parent, Bobo gives us a smile as if saying, I'm glad you two are successful. But the other more important figure in this room, Remelia, turns to me with a disappointing look.
Remelia stands up and points her long nail at us. "What's all this? Instead of bringing the legendary blood as we agreed—"
Amid of her shouting, the Blue Blood is excitement sips in. "You guys keep sword here?"
Remelia tries ignoring the voice that overlaps her and continues glaring at us, "But you rather bring a homeless child into our palace."
"Bwoah, what's up with this knife?"
"I am not making an orphanage, Human. You better take—"
"Someone died?" Cool points at the coffin, "You guys provide service for murdered people?"
And that's it, Remelia snaps. "You!"
Crack!
