"When in doubt, use Chaos Magic!" was the maniacal solution offered by the ardent pretty boy.
"Thank you, Shiranui," I commented, "Literally the best option I would have grabbed: instead of warding off the incursion, we'd be sending them to eternal suffrage."
Shirase only chuckled from the mirror.
And I could say─albeit referring to myselves─was quite irresponsible.
Out of all thoughts rattled out of the vast mind, I saw a split second vision of myself as the potential "C-137" variant. Condescension in comparison to other people is reasonable, and they fit so in a technical standpoint. Then there's also the significant paradox that we're one of a kind, blasting a double whammy of prejudice. Looking down on Shiranui toppled over normal intensity that I would ought to commence strangulation protocol.
I hate it.
I'd run away from a problem, but I won't cause the problem.
