"Just think of it as a language from Isekai; actually, I created it."
Duanmu Huai admitted that it was rare for him to act like a plagiarist, since he truly lacked the patience for this—no wait, this thing originally belonged to the Tribunal, and the Tribunal's is the Judge's, so it naturally belonged to him.
"Hmm..."
Fukawa Shoko didn't really believe Duanmu Huai's words. Though she couldn't understand what those words were, at least she could tell that they were quite coherent and the emotional continuity had considerable depth and fluctuation, making it entirely a mature language. Could it be that Duanmu Huai spent his idle time pondering such strange things?
Actually, this was the best solution Duanmu Huai could come up with at the moment.
