
tbh i have no fucking clue how many anon darlings are talking to yuty
it feels like one person with many ass topics

And the monk prosecutor leaves.
Satorha!


❝Please turn off that blasted contraption!
Can you not see I have a sermon to say?!❞

❝Right. Forgive me if I missed the definition…
But may I ask why? Why here in the
Kingdom of Khura’in?❞

❝I intend not to either call you an
angel or to touch your cheek… foul gray.❞

❝For a million years? How… interesting of you.
Tell me, dear friend. What are you going to do
to yourself… ?❞

❝Hmph… I am not any other monks you knew.
I may be a humble servant of the Holy Mother,
but it is my duty to bring criminals to justice.❞
⟨Is this person insane?Or is this a demon from hell…?⟩

❝… What are you?❞

❝And you cannot spell twisted without
fun, my dear panda… What a morbid
humor you must have, Simon.❞
❝!– Banishment spell?❞

The monk grabbed its wrist. What is he doing,
and why is he holding this person’s wrist? He
had no choice but to ask questions.
❝Who are you? Why do you need to
cast this spell in Khura’in?… What
happens if you never cast this spell?❞