"What I've said so far is only to tell you guys one thing!" O*O* smiled, "We can peek under NPC's skirts without worrying about them turning red name! Before, even if we fought to the death, we couldn't get near them."
The barrage immediately took off: "Boss, you're awesome!"
"I went for it, and then got kicked out by a red-name NPC who said I'm not 'the chosen one' from the prophecy."
"I went for it, and then the NPC flipped me over onto the table, and there... no, don't! Dammit!"
"The Undead couldn't help but hum in amusement."
All kinds of messy comments appeared in the barrage, and O*O* then pulled out a knife and approached Lind Armand, who had been sitting in the main seat all along without speaking.
His gaze remained solely on the Undead, silently watching as O*O* drew closer.
"I've been coveting the gear on you for a long time." O*O* slashed at the Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame hanging on Lind's body.
Lind just watched him silently, with no reaction.
