"Damn you, Guards! What's with the wild imagination?!"
The wails of his own confidants were far too piercing amidst the clamor, causing Westheid to curse out loud.
'With you all shouting like that, I couldn't clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River! Am I the protagonist of some adult manga? The kind with a mandatory defeat CG or something?'
'Okay, it's not like they're totally wrong... but I haven't lost yet!'
'I'm just at a temporary disadvantage, not actually about to be beaten into Star Fury Power!'
"Did you hear that, Lord Westheid? It seems even your own confidants know what's about to happen. Why must you continue with such an unsightly posture?"
Mephit, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased. She maintained her dominant position, pressing her body as close as possible to Westheid's. The blood-stained tips of her shoulder-length, sky-blue hair curled slightly, scratching at his chin.
