"Arine… what a beautiful name, just like you." Barosik immediately used all the words he had ever learned to praise Arine.
Hearing that, Arine giggled: "Hahaha... your mouth is really sweet, but... I don't like people praising me."
"The words you just said—and even more beautiful compliments than what you just said—I have heard many times."
"I… really hate people who only tell lies."
Barosik shivered; he could clearly feel Arine's murderous aura surrounding his body.
"Wait! You... you misunderstand." He quickly spoke up.
"Hmm?!" Arine frowned at him.
"What I mean is... What I said is the truth. I swear… I'm telling the truth. You are really beautiful; it's because you are really beautiful that everyone says it."
Arine frowned, her gaze fixed on Barosik, making him worried.
She is very strong; he knows that, and he is even afraid that if she gets angry and wants to kill him, he will not be able to escape.