Let's Imagine: My Words, My Choice!

"Oh yes, this is Morie. She'll be your adviser and my assistant to this team." Aiyoma states with a smile.

"I can't believe I have this buffet of beautiful ladies." Malecada converses as a bit of spit leaves the side of his mouth.

Nazari looks to the tranced male in disgust. "Ew… You're drooling." 

Morie turns and waves to the group as she sets the crystals and the package on a wooden table at the other side of the room.

"Hi… Sorry I'm late, apparently I work for Iyuna and Aiyoma now with Momoko gone—"

Aiyoma tenses up and looks to the ground while Yuumi glares at Morie making the girl clasp her hands together while taking a step back.

"… S-Sorry."

"… Momoko … Momoko, I've heard that name before." Malecada reminisces tapping his cheek.

"Who doesn't know who she is, Ingeshem, I know who she is and I don't even come from Phoenia." Ophriri states.