"Oh-ho, that confident, huh?"
["Heh, what else? Who do you think I am?"]
Nenasha lifted her chest proudly and let out a haughty hum, but Herbert very uncharitably followed up with a jab.
"Of course I know who you are, but still, be careful, yeah? Don't you dare screw this up… otherwise, I really can't promise I won't laugh my ass off."
Herbert's teasing words had barely fallen when the silver lake, which had only been faintly rippling, suddenly churned violently!
As if some colossal thing at the bottom was waking, the calm lake surged up in towering waves, the shockwaves roiling outward.
But the eerie thing was, these "waves" weren't made of water, but of countless shattered lights and shadows, distorted shards of memory, and congealed mutterings from dreams.
["You've got a point."]
Nenasha withdrew the dim crystal at her fingertip that carried a brave soul, the trace of complicated emotion in her eyes folding away in an instant, turning calm and focused.
