"That…Ahem! I still don't know." Nat confessed with a defeated face.
"Oi! Are you joking right now?" Oliver hissed, grabbing him by the collar, and shaking him.
"Why will I joke about this? I really don't know." Nat repeated, almost at his limit from Oliver's bullying.
"What do you know then? Hitting on my innocent young sister?" Oliver argued back, glaring at him.
"For the infinite time, I have no interest in kids. Geez dude, what do you take me for? I like mature beauty." Nat snapped his grip away, keeping his distance from him, ready to fight him.
August let them continue and didn't waste time on them. They have known each other longer than in his life. If they had to kill each other they would have already. Instead, his eyes went to the book Nat had brought.
He picked it up, looking at the label. Suddenly something clicked in his mind. The leather…. It's the same as the one used in the Niflheim one.
