The Fallen Angel's face was as cold as frost as she slowly drew out the longsword.
Clang.
"Oh, come on, don't be angry~"
Herbert reached out, pressing down on the longsword that was not fully unsheathed, and pushed it back with force.
Click.
"Come on, give us a smile, do me a favor, just smile—let's put the sword down and talk this over."
"Well, I just thought I hadn't come back for so long, and wanted to play a little joke on you... Ahem, alright, the joke wasn't funny, I promise I won't do the same thing again next time."
Clang!
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant... Uh, I mean, I won't do it again in the future!"
"I make a written promise!"
"Alright, alright, I swear, just take the sword away from my neck, please, be good..."
Click.
...
In the Aurora Sanctuary, Herbert, through much effort and tongue-lashing, finally managed to placate Miss Fallen Angel, who had been itching to draw her sword.
"Phew..."
