Loveday detested noise. Because of the Star Spirit's inherent physical structure and the solitary environment of the starry sky, their resistance to noise was quite poor. Even if prolonged solitude had become familiar, even after growing accustomed to the taste of isolation, Loveday tried to start appreciating this peculiar world, but it was beyond the capability of a lad named Dove.
That mouth, which seemed it would never cease, had allowed Loveday to discover another loathsome thing in the new world, ranking right after betrayal of faith and creating chaos.
"I hold no hostility toward you."
"Oh, is that so? That's good news, sir. So could you move your Light Sword a bit further away? Your glowing greatsword seems quite hot, it's too close to me, and my body is trembling in fear."
Trembling on the lips, huh? Loveday once again realized how fortunate it was that Star Spirits had no lips. Releasing the grip on the boy's collar, Dove collapsed onto the ground.
