Carla stopped the downward attack on Gaius and said as he confronted Satan.
Satan said as he reinforced his satanic smile and sent an exploratory gaze.
"Right... so far...? So you're still convinced?
Carla nodded softly and quietly.
"... right. Something in me seems to be telling me so."
"Well, well. So, what do you say we predict? What do you think you can think of?
Satan looked amused and asked mean.
But Carla did not move at all, and answered quietly and slowly.
"Right...... first of all rainbow armor, as they say before, is a gift of Lucifer or not, but here's one thing I want to ask you. Satan, you said it was more of a souvenir than Lucifer's. Plus, I'm pretty sure. I mean... you've seen Lucifer around that one before. What the hell time is that?... naturally that means during the Great War... how about this far?
Karla set out her own expectations for a long time, albeit in a relaxed tone.
Satan smiled sarcastically pulling and distorting his deeply torn mouth.
"... you're right. I'm fighting Lucifer, who wrapped it up in the Great War..."
To Satan, whom I honestly admit, Carla sent a suspicious gaze.
"You admit it easily. Hmm... that means there's a reason why you can't even imagine that?
"... Well, what do you think? We still don't know if there's anything I can include in the first place?
But Carla immediately withdrew Satan's words.
"No, that's not true. There must be a reason for that for sure. Demonic armor is your strongest defensive magic. I'll make it easy for Gaius, the first time I see him, if there's no reason. And I still can't think of anything other than luquifer entanglement."
Carla said with certainty.
Satan asked again with an unpleasant grin to ask.
"... so you've solved that reason?
Carla shook her head wide to the side.
"No, I don't know. But... the time will come to know."
"Either... Then when the time comes, let me hear it."
"Oh, let me do that"
When Carla told him so, he looked down, mostly.
"Well, let's just say we're going to join up again"
Carla laughed niggardly and knelt her palms down again.
And when he breathed heavily and stopped to pitch, he released the shower of light with a guius in the mood of tearing.