"Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!! That's golden! Garami, you're minted! Golden-minted!!" - Noire
So roared the fallen angel, forgetting anything even closely related to good manners as she saw me after my shopping trip with Mira. No, that there's anyone else here in Armveil's shop that's not laughing now, except Mira who's feeling partly responsible, and Shula who takes care of the register.
Just what's so funny about me turning into a five-year-old, huh!? Wanna fight, dammit!
After the whole incidence (exam) with the Cleaners-division, we were allowed to go back in town, as the Cleaners, led by Springwood, would take care of guarding the ranch... and the whole island to boot. For being glorified janitors, they're damn effective!
Of course, the little angel didn't want that~. She tried to drag Mira and the fallen angel back to the ranch. So cute~. Then she slipped, head-first into my stomach. Not cute! I got KO-ed from just that.
