『……See, you should have given up after you failed the first time, but you stubbornly insisted on trying all the way to the end. Babel truly cannot help but lament the recklessness of a Constellation who cannot see even one step ahead.』
“Th’t tofu bastard keeps pissin’ me off.”
Her fury toward Hwanghon washed away without a trace even the lingering aftermath of imagining a tentacle kiss (see Part 3, Chapter 1).
Jioh clenched her teeth and balled her fists.
Seriously, that flour-gangster tofu was never any help in her life.
They said there was nothing more troublesome than an idiot who was sensitive, and Hwanghon was exactly that.
「What’s this? Why’s there a kitty here…….」
「Myaaah~.」
「This thing’s way too cute. Highly suspicious, if you ask me. Hundred percent a mob. No question. Report it, boys.」
「Yes, Hyung!」
「M-Myaaagh……! (You bastard!)」
First attempt: failure.
「Hii. No seats, right? I’ll sit here.」
「……! M-My dream girl……?!」
「(Hah. Of course.) It’s way too loud in here. Want to get out of here with me?」
「With me? W-Why? Why would you?」
「Just be-cause. Why would you ask…