Um?

Ies looked in the direction of the sound and saw Fagga helping Ellen over.

Wait! How much did Fagga exploit Ellen? Why is Fagga helping Ellen over here?

After that, Eileen will have a lot of trouble.

No, that's not the focus right now!

Ies shook his head, trying to shake off as much of the unclean thing as possible, and then comforted:

“But Fagga, your umbrella is in danger now. It might corrupt you and turn you into a monster, a creature that is neither human nor ghost.”

"It doesn't matter..."

Ellen leaned on Fagar's shoulder and muttered under her breath, "Anyway, he's not human."

But everyone present heard it clearly.

Indeed, neither Ellen nor Fagia can be considered normal people.

“That seems to make sense…” Eis scratched his head, but quickly realized what she meant and said sweetly, “Ellen, don’t change the subject! That’s not the point!”

"The main point is that Fagga might become something otherworldly!"

Caw, caw, caw!

The air suddenly became quiet.

"Achoo!"

The silence was abruptly broken when Grace, seemingly catching a cold, suddenly sneezed, hugged herself, and said shakily, "So cold!"

"Pfft!"

Kreida hadn't laughed until she heard Grace sneeze, then burst into laughter, squatted down, patted Ies on the head, and laughed loudly, "Rope Craftsman, I didn't expect you to have such a talent for telling corny jokes."

Daben quickly stepped forward to protect her, pulling the embarrassed Grace away as if to comfort her, and whispered, "The president may be immature, but as her older sister, how can you be immature? Calm down, calm down!"

"but..."

After laughing for a while, Kreida gradually stopped, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then straightened her expression and said seriously:

“Faga, I must tell you clearly. Your umbrella is in danger now. Don’t take chances just because it has high resistance.”

"Don't worry, my resistance is really high."

Fagga spoke softly, then picked up his umbrella from the ground and held it tightly in his palm.

To everyone's astonishment, a flame suddenly burst forth, burning on the umbrella surface before rapidly spreading across the entire surface.

In an instant, the overflowing etheric matter was forced to retract back into the sonic engine!

Finally, Fagga gazed deeply at the slightly purple umbrella lying in his palm and said softly, "[Kunmutu] has been with me since I was a child, and I can't just abandon it."

Anton was the only one who supported Fagga. Hearing Fagga's answer, he was deeply moved and said emotionally:

"Come on, guys! Don't you think this is cool? Even when you're covered in wounds, you don't abandon your old brothers. I, for one, would never abandon my brothers."

Halfway through his sentence, Anton glanced back at the three intelligent machines, especially at Gretel, and shouted, "Gretel, Mashiro-kun was destroyed by Mukuro. Will you abandon him?"

"I'm going to tear them all down!"

Greta's voice suddenly turned irritable, but seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, she immediately realized she had lost her composure and quickly returned to her ladylike demeanor.

It shrank back shyly, using the demolition saw to cover its screen, and said in a coquettish voice, "Don't...don't look at me like that! I meant I'll definitely rebuild Mashiro-kun..."

"Very good, what about you on Friday!"

"I...I, I..."

On Friday, he had intended to act a bit dramatic, but when Grace glanced at him, he immediately snapped back to normal and stammered, "I fully support Mr. Fagar."

"No way, Friday, you're lacking in manliness. Hans, step forward!"

"arrive!"

Hans stepped forward and shouted boldly, "No matter what difficulties we encounter, I will never abandon Brother Anton! This is what a true man is!"

"very good!"

Anton gave a thumbs-up, turned around, put his hands on his hips, and said proudly, "Including the kids, we now have six votes!"

Snap!

Suddenly, Kreida appeared from behind Anton, slapped him on the back of the head, and roared, "This is Fagga's private matter, do you think it's an election?"

"but..."

Kreida tugged at her blindfold, sighed, and said, "It's come to this, and we have no right to try to persuade Fagar. Let's take the prototype and the monster's corpse and go back."

"Um."

Eis nodded; it was currently being held by Grace. Although she didn't know why Grace was breathing heavily, she figured it wouldn't hurt for her to hold it for a while, so she let her.