"Huh–? What's this?!"
From inside, the surprised, but still naturally playful voice of the clown-faced man could be heard as he witnessed him walk through the door, clad in his obscuring, full-body armor of living scales.
"...Sirius…?"
As he walked in, his name was called, looking over to see Emilia left on the ground with torn clothes and a bloodied cheek.
Immediately, seeing her in that condition, his gaze moved to Caeruleus, who looked ill-prepared for such an encounter.
"Vainglory had you–! What's the meaning of this?!" Caeruleus spit out his words in a pure, confused rage, "Nevermind that, I'll handle you now–!"
As Caeruleus prepared to snap his fingers towards him to invoke what he could only imagine was his dream magic–nothing occurred.
"Huh…?" Caeruleus let out low and quietly.