"You old lecher, it's all your fault. Swallowing saliva like you can't hold it in."
"How can you blame me? She took her clothes off without any warning, I was shocked too."
"You were shocked! Next time someone battles with you, they could just throw a few beauties your way, and you'd surrender immediately?"
One voice carried a tone of complaint, while the other tried to clear their name, feigning innocence.
To No. 03, these voices sounded unbelievably familiar.
Isn't this the voice of Ferro and Nis?
Could they be here?
Aren't they outside, raging incompetently?
No. 03 couldn't help but look at the water mirror she had summoned earlier. Inside, Ferro was still wildly burning the Surge Alchemist's head, while Nis summoned countless undead flames to vent his anger through their blaze.
At first glance, everything seemed normal.
