After the earlier desperate crying, it turns out merely saying such a sentence could make her blush.
Unfortunately, Fisher couldn't see Tangze Asuka's shyly curled fingers and toes at this moment; he could only sense the heat from her tightly wrapped modesty and innocence...
"Fe..."
The quavering words of Tangze Asuka hadn't been spoken yet; nor had Fisher tasted the enticing delight of her shyness,
when suddenly, they both heard Michael's emotionless, monotonous voice by their ears,
"Are you done talking? How much longer?"
"M-M-M-Michael Angel?! Were... were you listening all along?"
"...What else? David was crafted by me, the Cardinal assembled by me, and Mikhail's eyes were replaced by me. Of course, I can hear everything. Do you have any objections, Transferee?"
"Oh... no... I... um..."
Fisher was unsurprised, but Tangze Asuka over there was about to turn into a boiling kettle, her mouth quivering non-stop, as if shocked into a stammer.
