Reincarnation Monarch
Episode One Thousand Seventy Thirty-two: Stuffed Astalot
"... that's something you listen to a lot more persistently, huh?
Nerva glanced at Astarot with a glimmer of brilliance.
Astalot looked up and glanced back.
"Oh, I'm just interested. Why were you so interested in Gaius' death?"
Nerva answered with a low and muffled voice.
"I thought you said it was because it was a singularity."
"I just heard that. But isn't that something else?
"No."
"No, that's a lie"
Astalot said to assure him.
"You asked in case Gaius died anyway. It shouldn't just be because it's a singularity, no matter what you think."
"I don't care what you think. Just think what you want."
Then Astalotto shook his head wide aside.
"No, let me get an answer. How did you know Gaius was dead?
But Nerva kept silent.
Then now Illis opened his mouth.
"Hmm, apparently what Astarot is saying is right. This guy's hiding something."
Iris said, sooo narrow his eyes and stared at Nerva.
And Astarot said, staring at Nerva.
"Nerva, we've come this far for Gaius. You're not just going home, are you?
Then the two rose at about the same time.
And slowly the Thousand Years Dragons began to advance toward the high ground where they would sit.
Then Nerva finally opened her mouth.
"What are you going to do? Are you going to fight us?
Astalotto replied to this without getting her hair in between.
"It's your way out. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to keep things as quiet as possible, wouldn't I?
Then Illis next to him laughed niggly.
"It's not a tranquil... you don't think it's a demonic dialogue, do you?
"Hi. You say that right away, don't you? I am many times more calm than you think..."
"It's not calm... well, it just seems calm on my face."
"Just your face? My heart is the same."
"Well, I still can't read your mind, and I still think you're an eater."
The two slowly approached the Thousand Years Dragons as they hit each other lightly.
But for a thousand years the dragons are still silent.
The distance between the two finally cut twenty meters, and the flames of the war were still about to be cut and dropped.