Thirty minutes later, Frey returned to Raphael's room. The door had already been removed, so Frey could see the state of his leader from outside the room. Raphael manipulated four Divine Artifacts to float stair-like in the air. He himself was lying on a makeshift chaise lounge made of swords, his head down, his arms dangling through the gaps between the swords, resembling a disheartened fish. For comfort, Raphael had taken apart a cushion and laid it over himself. You could have just lain on a couch!
"My lord, please mind your image."
Raphael casually waved his hand, his voice distorted as it came through the cushion.
"It doesn't matter, they are all acquaintances."
Frey placed the vase he brought casually on the table, and inserted the artificial flowers into it.
"And those new nuns, my lord, they still harbor dreams about you in their hearts."
Raphael turned his face out from the cushion.
