Recently, at the Deville Manor.
"Nosen, do we really have to go through with this?" Mier hesitated.
Nosen coldly said, "Last time was a really good opportunity. Although she was very discreet, we still could have handled it, but you hesitated at the end. Now, if you hesitate again, don't bother me in the future."
Mier's face showed a conflicted expression. He thought of Hilia's clean and efficient moves when she defeated him, her pride and powerful presence attracted him, but this time it was different from before; he only felt ashamed.
So, he hesitated again.
Nosen was disappointed by his indecisive manner, giving a frustrated grunt, "I knew you couldn't be relied upon, no wonder after all this time you haven't even held her hand. But it's okay, you're useless, I'm not. That Holy Daughter from the impoverished Divine Hall is quite pretty, I like her too."
Mier's expression changed, angrily saying, "Nosen, what do you mean?"
