Old Porter complained:
"And you, Ambo, you've changed completely from the old you. Look at you, transformed from a country girl into a pretty young lady, even learned to use makeup. Did you wear perfume today? That's not the behavior of a Witch Hunter. Shouldn't Natalie keep an eye on you?"
"You should say less, Porter."
Norman, in a mask, drew out his voice and said:
"Ambo has found love, and as comrades, we should congratulate her rather than complain. Actually, if Ambo can continue her path with that foreigner and completely leave the Witch Hunters' life, I would be happy.
Remember how devastated Ambo was the first time our team lost someone? She cried as if the sky had fallen.
She's naturally unsuited for the battlefield; perhaps she'd be better as a nun in the church."
"It's too late to say this now."
Ambo snorted, flicking her long hair, and said:
