"Eh, because the person who knocked him down probably understands the state of Astarot the most?
"That may be true, but can Satan use healing magic in the first place?
"I don't know about that..."
"Then it won't make sense. Assuming that Satan understands the state of Astarot the most, but that Satan could not use any healing magic, nothing can be done. I'm with you, whether you're here or not."
"We brokered it well..."
"How? I don't know how to do that. You know that?
Then Gaius became a rotten face.
"Huh! Okay, I get it. It was just a boring thought.... Damn, I thought it was a pretty good idea..."
Gaius immediately cheeked the cupcake, but continued to zero stupidity all the time.
Carla exhaled a great sigh and quietly slowly rinsed the warm tea placed in front of her.
Then from behind Karla's diagonal, she smelled a scent that tickled her nasal cavity.
When Carla looked back unexpectedly, a cook was approaching with a large pie that burned and baked and warm hot air stood loose.
Then Gaius discovered it visibly.
"Whoa, whoa! That! Pie!? That's so big too!?
As Gaius aroused and rose, the cook put the pie on the table as it slipped.
"Enjoy. It's an elmucho pie wrapper."
The cook had a full grin and introduced the dish to Gaius.