["Does it feel slippery? What did it remind you of? Stop here and now!"]
With her lips close to Herbert's ear, Nenasha shouted loudly: ["Tell me, what are you thinking? What exactly are you comparing it to?"]
Herbert ignored Nenasha's attempt to steer the conversation and his thoughts drifted to another matter related to the Divine Format.
"Nenasha, do you still have the Divine Format absorbed from that pocket watch?"
["Huh?"]
Nenasha immediately put on a pitiful look, grumbling: ["Who asks for something back after gifting it to someone else~"]
"Just tell me if it's still there or not."
["You bad man—haha."]
Nenasha pretended to whine for a while, then shrugged nonchalantly, smiling smugly: ["Of course it's still there~ That bit of Divine Format isn't much to me, naturally, I planned on saving it for you."]
["After all…"]
Her voice lowered slightly, carrying an almost imperceptible tenderness as she softly said: ["What's mine, is yours, isn't it?"]
