The sky above Irithyll in the Cold Valley reverberated with someone's heartfelt shout.
"No!"
Snowflakes fluttered, the north wind blew, and the world was a vast expanse of gray~
Fingerley was now just one shout away from perfection if he called out for Qiuya again.
"What's wrong with the boss?" Tusi was evidently at a loss, looking to Matilda and Aleya for help.
"Sigh, this guy." Matilda helplessly covered her forehead, the gesture looking goofy with her massive body made of steel armor.
She was well aware of their captain's nature, or rather, character. Fingerley is the type who easily gets absorbed in a story.
For instance, while watching a play, although he wouldn't get so absorbed as to storm the stage and beat up the actor playing the villain, he would genuinely cry his heart out for a tragedy, sometimes in a way that leaves people baffled.
