The voice was calm and somewhat cold. While it sounded charming, it also had an indescribable sense of grimness.
The round pancake called Shorty 20 flew into Kun's back like a saucer and never appeared. It was then that the person from the beam of light emerged dressed in a black tuxedo coupled with silver medieval patterns from the Light Continent around the sleeves and a pair of silver wings at the collar. Under the suit was a white shirt with the same medieval patterns from the Light Continent although they were a lot more inconspicuous. Sapphire buttons were added as embellishments at the collar.
Ya was sitting on a wide red sofa with a velvet cushion. He crossed his legs elegantly and supported his chin with one hand as he looked at Kun with a rather interested gaze.