Reincarnation Monarch

"Oh yeah. You always do. Whenever I see him, he's a real pissed off guy!

Delkia put her hands on her hips and curled her hair all at once as she reversed it.

Menontius, however, did not willingly, and responded to Angry Delkia with a truly calm attitude.

"Really? As far as I'm concerned, I didn't mean to offend you without darkness, but I can't help it. Maybe it's not compatible with me and you in the first place, huh?

To Menontius' spare attitude, Delchia's anger was on the verge of explosion.

"You're taking that for granted! Me and you can't be friends when the heavens and the earth have turned upside down!

"Even if the heavens and the earth are turned upside down... are we the enemies of uncluttered heaven or something?

"That's right!

Menontius shrugged her shoulders lightly for Delkia's intermittent answer.

"Well, that's unfortunate. As far as I'm concerned, I didn't think so much, did I?

"I don't care what you think. What matters is what I think."

Then Menontius frowned and looked difficult.

"Hmm. That's certainly the truth. The thoughts of others, etc. are not known to others forever. Then what matters is what you think. You're right in that sense."

"Hmm! I don't care about that. What the hell are you doing here in the first place? What can I do for you? Can I help you?"

Delchia looked frustrated in the bottom of her heart and asked as she raised her blue muscles on her temples.

Then Menontius replied, smiling lightly.

"I have business at the bottom. That's why I asked you."

Then Delchia screamed quite a bit in the eating mood at whether Menontius would finish saying it or not.

"Say no!"

Delchia's voice sounded resolute.

Menontius sighed slightly as he smiled sarcastically.

"Do you want me to let you through without saying so?

Don't make me say the same thing.

"But there's no way I'm going home, either, is there?

"I don't know about you. I hate you. That's why I'm not putting you in my mansion!

Menontius' face was gradually transformed into a resolute rejection of Delchia.

"... it's Delkia. If you're gonna do that, I'm gonna have to be tough, too, right?

Menontius had transformed from a grinning grin to a satanic grin until then.

But it was not Delkia who was frightened by it.

"Well, tough means? Funny. Try it!

Delchia screamed out of her adorable voice until then, becoming a dosty low voice.

Then the grin completely disappeared from Menontius' face.

"... fine. Then let's do it..."

The second round of battles between Delkia and Menontius was about to begin now.