Herbert was very angry.
Very angry!
What melancholy goddess.
What lonely fellow traveler missing home.
Simply doesn't exist.
Doesn't exist, brother.
There's only one confused chap here who doesn't want to watch a live show, can't leave, and can only wear silent headphones while looking miserable.
And seeing Herbert's furious expression, Kreti got even angrier.
"How is this my fault!!?"
Miss Devil, in a rage, grabbed Herbert by the collar, gritting her teeth:
"It's because you're all too Fallen!"
"Ah!!?"
You're angry?
Am I not angry too?
Goddamn it!
You started groaning halfway through the day, and just burst through until now.
Look up at the sky!
It's already dark!
Don't you people know how to blush!!?
Don't you people know there are others present?!?
"Can't you guys be mindful of the time and place!? Aren't you afraid of others seeing you?"
