When you question the Abyss, the Abyss chooses to... act coy with you.
["Oh~ don't be so stingy! You don't need the power of faith, just let me have a bit~"]
Nenasha's voice was sweet, using her coquettish charm to the fullest, trying to beguile Herbert.
I'm easy to take care of, I only eat a little!
Really~
Herbert listened to that so sweet voice it almost needed insulin, his face twitching slightly, helplessly saying, "No, I mean... weren't we just quarreling?"
Hey, pay attention, we're fighting!
Stop grinning like that!
How can you be sneaking my offerings?
Who told you to pause at this moment?
No way.
Keep fighting!
["Quarrel? When?"]
Nenasha asked suspiciously, a thick sense of confusion emanating from her soul.
Did we have a fight?
Really?
I don't remember!
"Hmm?"
If Herbert didn't think he wasn't at the stage of senile dementia yet, he would really be fooled into self-doubt by Her.
"Oh, you're playing it like this? All right, all right."
