"Boring and romantic, huh…"
Double Leaf narrowed her eyes slightly, and only after a long moment did she give a soft snort. "I really don't get you emotionally rich types. As far as I'm concerned, this is nothing but a tragedy so simple it couldn't be any simpler."
Motan smiled, shrugged, and said, "It's precisely because there are way too many tragedies in real life that we have to work hard to dig out something you can call 'romantic' from them."
"Sorry, I have no idea what the hell you're babbling about."
Double Leaf made a face at Motan, then tugged at the corner of her mouth and turned to look at the Book Spirit. "Can you understand him?"
The latter shook his head slightly and said gently, "On this topic, I don't think the position I stand in gives me enough right to speak."
"You're even more of a buzzkill than me."
Double Leaf rolled her eyes in annoyance, then shifted her gaze back to Frank Hughes, who was standing behind her. "Enough nonsense. Talk. How'd you get out?"
