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Apophis wondered if he should laugh at the last comment Amaranth made about her name, but he realized that would just be him laughing for no reason.

Her ruffling her hair almost prompted him to do the same. He had some long-ass hair that only had its length hidden with the numerous things he tied it with. Sometimes, a good shake caused some random item to drop out of the ponytail he had.

He knew he needed a haircut someday. He just never liked paying attention to his hair, though.

Then there was Sangue's self-proclaimed best friend, which Apophis wondered if that was something to be proud of, immediately dropping a Fuck Bomb as soon as it was her turn to speak. Good impressions. The way she was struggling to lift up a fucking shield was the greatest way to assure him that Sangue was in safe hands.

...Eh. Maybe the shield was 10000000x heavier than it looked.

As if the girl squirming and trying to get the shield up wasn't obnoxious, she literally fired a single shotgun round straight into Apophis' ears with her intense scream when some woman strode in.If she was just a bit louder, she could have shattered his eardrums.

He figured out the next technique he should use against anyone who pisses him off.

Screaming. Really loudly. Lauren loudly. That sounded right.

Well, she was happy, that was for certain.

Judging by Lauren’s extreme reaction and the intelligible and thoughtful words she used, Costa was her mom.

She had a damn good body for a mom and sure knew how to show it off. Turning away from everyone for a brief moment, Apophis made sure his stitches were still on before turning his gaze to the others again.

[color=ed1c24]“Apophis,”[/color] the ex-manhunter greeted simply, leaving almost everything important about him aside to make himself less significant. [color=ed1c24]“I’m, uh…”[/color]

Glancing at Sangue, who seemed to silent admire how pretty Costa was, he lazily pointed at her as he grumbled, [color=ed1c24]“I… know her well, I guess. Not really a guardian but I just hang around.”[/color]

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Sangue approached Costa silently, looking up to her with an idle expression. Yet, something about her movement made her out to be more timid than usual.

It was probably because the woman was Lauren’s mom. Her parent.

[color=f7976a]“Hel…lo,”[/color] she spoke. [color=f7976a]“I… am… Sangue Naga…”[/color]

She bowed politely as she looked up to Costa.

[color=f7976a]"...It's... ni...ce to meet... you..."[/color]