Ontos cocked [b]its[/b] head at Raphaella. The mysterious Issun, mentioned by the minion, was the problem of Princess Raphaella. The royal who sported a ridiculously large sword that would have implied infertility if a man held it launched accusations outright at those who provided her assistance. [b]It[/b] perhaps thought that Raphaella might excuse [b]itself[/b] from these assumptions of wrongdoing, considering Ontos's noble status, but when [b]it[/b] could hardly recognise any members of nobility, perhaps Raphaella could be excused from not noticing.

The accusation, however, struck a nerve in some of the souls within [b]itself[/b]. They called out for blood, something to take out this anger on. As the guns reformed around Ontos's arms back into something more human-like, the obvious anger in Ontos turned [b]its[/b] face red. When [b]its[/b] hand reformed, Ontos thrust a finger at Princess Raphaella, scowling.

"We ̶ha̵v͏e͟ a̵ss͝i̵st̕e̡d̡ y͜o͜u. No͠t ͢j̸us̛t us̀,̀ bu͝t all ͡o͠f͟ us͏ a̸r̡o͏u̸n̨d ͢y̷o͜u ̀a̵t ̨thi҉s̢ v͝e͡r͡y̴ ̀mom̛e̶nt!͏"

Ontos shot an angry glare towards KoRe and Dio. KoRe's polite attitude felt wrong, considering the gravity of accusations that Raphaella had just landed them upon in. Dio would have made more sense to a calmer Ontos, but such times weren't the situation at the moment. [b]Its[/b] indignant gaze went back to Raphaella, as [b]it[/b] resumed to talk.

"A̴ ma̵n hel̡p̴ing̷ ̸a͞n ͞inj̀u͢red vic̷t̡im o̡f̢ ̀a͏ ͠ro͘b̕be̕r̛y s̕ho҉ul̸d no͝t͡ bé a̸cćuśe͠d of̛ ̛be̵ing̶ ͢a͠n ąccom҉p͡l̶ic͝e!"