Just as they exchanged names, a voice from the side interrupted.
"Hm? What does this mean? Is it for me?"
Phinks looked at the basin of food filled with poor-quality dough held out in front of him, raising his non-existent eyebrows.
"Come help hand out snacks!"
Below the food, Sarasa's lively little face peeked out.
"Huh?! Why me?!"
Phinks stared at Sarasa as if he had seen a ghost.
Sarasa, however, was not afraid at all, wide-eyed and smiling as she looked at Phinks.
Phinks: "..."
Despite the veins bulging on his forehead, he still twitched the corner of his mouth.
Then, he casually took the basin of snacks from Sarasa's hands.
"Hey, which other guys haven't gotten their snacks yet?! Hurry up and come over!"
With one hand in his pocket, he held the basin of dough snacks above his head and walked among the children.
Feitan, on the other hand, moved directly away from Phinks, clearly unwilling to get involved in such trivial matters.
"See, I told you…"
Sarasa skipped over to Chrollo, who had just finished greeting Moge and watched them enter the church, and said with a bright smile, as if asking for praise:
"Phinks is actually very kind at heart!"
Sarasa chuckled and patted her chest, declaring, "I'll handle Uvogin too!"
"Mm."
Chrollo's lips curved slightly, his expression gentle yet thoughtful.
Shila, who was also distributing food nearby, said softly, "Look at you you even need the youngest, Sarasa, to protect you. At this rate, you'll only ever be everyone's 'little brother.'"
She teased lightly, her tone warm.
"Chrollo is perfectly fine like this."
Pakunoda, with her short-cropped hair, found this side of Chrollo even more endearing.
"I know Chrollo brings flowers for the church every day."
Father Litzol, who was also handing out food nearby, maintained a benevolent smile throughout.
His gaze lingered on Chrollo and the others, observing every movement.
And it wasn't limited to them alone.
Father Litzol's eyes shifted subtly, landing on Moge and his group who had just entered the venue.
A faint, unreadable depth flickered beneath his gentle expression.
Soon, the poor-quality snacks were fully distributed, and many children had already filed into the screening room.
The hall, arranged like an ancient Roman assembly space, was packed with children.
At this moment, a large square whiteboard stood on the elevated stage.
It resembled the projection boards used in classrooms from Moge's previous life.
In front of it, two church staff members adjusted an old, wooden projector.
The children found places to sit, their faces filled with anticipation.
In a corner of the front row, Uvogin sprawled out, occupying nearly an entire row by himself.
He wasn't alone.
Phinks, Feitan, Nobunaga, Machi, and Moge sat nearby.
Just from their presence alone, it was obvious this group was not to be provoked.
Most of the other children instinctively kept their distance.
Of course, a few bold ones still dared to sit close.
"Hmph."
Franklin, equally tall and broad, sat in the same row and snorted at Uvogin's overbearing posture.
Beside him, Shanark grinned at Moge and the others, his youthful face revealing a missing tooth.
Clearly, Franklin and Shanark who usually followed Chrollo were also present.
If it were the old Uvogin, he would have already started arguing with Franklin.
But now, there was no need.
Once he mastered that power, he would crush everything head-on.
He had already thought of nine different ways to deal with Franklin.
Yes nine ways.
"This is a good spot."
After briefly glancing at the younger versions of Franklin and Shanark, Moge shifted his attention to their surroundings.
Their position was tucked neatly into a shadowed corner.
If they slipped away after the screening started, no one would notice.
Having confirmed everything, Moge quietly waited.
Click.
Not long after, a crisp sound echoed.
The lights went out instantly.
The entire hall was plunged into darkness.
"Ohhh!!"
Excited exclamations rose from the children.
A beam of light shot from the projector, illuminating the whiteboard.
"Cleaning Squadron, Sweepers appearance!"
With a slightly childish but energetic voice-over, the Sweeping Warriors made their entrance.
"Hey, this… could it be"
"That's right! It's the Sweeping Warriors!"
"So amazing!!"
The children erupted in cheers but only briefly.
As the scenes continued and the dubbed voices played, the hall quickly quieted.
They watched with rapt attention, whispering in amazement:
"Why are they speaking the language of Meteor City?!"
"Has this ever been shown here before?!"
"No way!"
"Someone must be dubbing it!"
Laughter soon filled the room.
The children were completely immersed, reacting to every moment of the story.
"Huh… these voices… aren't they Chrollo's and Pakunoda's?"
Shanark chuckled, recognizing them.
"They've been sneaking around lately…"
Franklin muttered, "So this is what they were doing."
To keep the surprise intact, Chrollo had minimized the number of people involved.
He deliberately didn't involve Franklin or Shanark.
Moreover, female voices carried more flexibility and range.
With Chrollo handling the main male roles, Shila, Pakunoda, and Sarasa covered the rest.
And the result spoke for itself.
None of the children noticed anything unusual.
They simply enjoyed the show laughing, cheering, completely absorbed.
"Great… everyone is smiling."
Backstage, Sarasa watched the children's reactions, her face lighting up with pure joy.
"Making the dubbed version was the right decision!"
"You three worked very hard to match the timing."
Chrollo smiled, offering genuine praise.
"It's nothing. You're the amazing one, Chrollo."
Pakunoda shook her head gently.
"You wrote the entire script based on the scenes… and even adjusted the dialogue to fit perfectly."
"And you used different tones for each male character no one could tell."
Someone could.
Moge had already noticed.
The tone shifts were subtle, but the core voice remained the same.
"These male characters… they're all voiced by you, right, Chrollo?"