"The Canadians and the Calci Rusts are a pattern of ancient knowledge, aren't they?

(Wow!) The Canadian smiled and pulled his hand.

"I already am. I'm going to have a problem with being corrupt."

"That's it, Mr. Canada! No disrespect. No disrespect."

Dear Puffy Calci Rust as opposed to the Corny Laughing Canada.

It's like a couple of comics. Something... I envy you.

Can I be as grand as the Canadian one day, too?

I also want to encourage my school studies to be a little fruitful and not say anything about a fiancée that doesn't match the prince.

But I'm missing and I'm a twisted character, and I'm just pulling Master Calcirust's leg...

Well, I'm pretty lucky, though. Your father and mother are noble, and you have a fiancée.

If there's any defectors in the floating world, they'll have to be repelled from around.