"... what do you think of Astarot? Why are you asking me that?
"Fine, tell me. What do you think of the figure of Astarot?
To Carla's overlapping inquiry, Gaius conceived.
"I don't know... we're friends... we're pretty close..."
"Why are we getting along? Do you remember how that happened?
Then Gaius clouded his face.
"... no, I don't remember that part of it. My memory of Astarot... was my friend from the beginning."
Karla then narrowed her eyes sooooooo.
"... well. Whatever the beginning, I see your relationship. So what about the figure? What do you think of Astarot?
"I don't know how... I think he's a good guy. Even if it's not the devil, not everyone is the evil one. They just call them demons for the sake of convenience. There are some bad guys, of course. But some guys are good. It's just like the ground."
"Oh, I know that, too. But what I hear is not such a general theory. How you perceive Astarot."
"No, that's why I think he's a good guy. You've always been good to me. All I can remember is a good image."
"Hmm. Now you said you didn't want to, did you? Why? Why is that an image?
Carla asked in a harsh tone as she captured Gaius with a sharp gaze.
Gaius could not jerk off the sincerity of such Karla's words, but frowned and bewildered.