Matthew gave a faint smile:
"If that's the case, shouldn't you be the happiest?"
"How come I haven't seen you around in all the recent disaster zones?"
"As a bard of the Dusk Chant, you're kind of neglecting your duties, aren't you?"
Lorraine forcefully tore off the toughest piece of meat from the skewer:
"Ugh..."
"With Aindor turning out the way it has, I've been witnessing dusk everywhere—it's just that the scenery changes a bit."
"I need to make this clear to you, I really like the Kingdom of Thousands of Lakes, and the number and quality of Demon Warlock girls here are frighteningly high. If you really want to stir things up here, could you give me some time to settle them down first?"
"Even if it's just for a part of them!"
Matthew couldn't help but roll his eyes:
"You make me sound like the Doomsday Envoy."
Lorraine blinked:
"You're not."
"But it seems like Doomsday is indeed relentlessly pursuing you—"