|...Kros, you little prankster shit...! Seriously, he is considered old by the normal standards but he never grew up! - would it kill him if he just straight up told me about this stupidly handsome boy being a variant and not playing around acting all mysterious?! And that guy seriously dared to act as if he was annoyed about being treated as the serious one! HMPH! I shouldn't have allowed the healer girl to treat his illness - being dead would teach him a lesson!|
Aspakeony scoffed to herself, angrily kicking the bottom of the closet above her.
"Of course, I never meet the Ghosts of Bellcephora! And, in the first place... are you trying to say that the group of that name still exists or that the original ones are actually still alive?"
The black-haired boy rubbed his arms nervously and asked, lowering his head anxiously.
"Yes."
The corpse puppet gave a short answer since Aspakeony was still pissed off...
"Yes to which option?"
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