Then the Gets panicked and bewildered against Gaius.
"No, no! I am so sorry! I actually have a slightly poor eyesight, so I apologize for my rudeness, but when I approach you and look at your face like this, you still look very intelligent. Lord Calmis is regarded as the most powerful archdeacon in the world."
Gaius snorted out at the attitude of the too humble Getz.
Then a voice rose from the rear claiming such a ghetto.
"You're still like a rice cracker, aren't you? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
Then the Gets turned bright red on this and rebelled violently.
"Come on, Edberg! Always complaining about everything I say and do when I'm a cop!
"Hmm! Does it matter to both the planner and the deputy captain! We're all just a bunch of unemployed grain crushers who've been expelled from the army!
"Eh, that's weird!
"What? Motivated!"
The two pulled their hip-wrapped swords out of momentum and confronted each other.
Then Calmis broke in between them in a sigh mix.
"... will you please stop, both of you..."
"No, Lord Calmis, let's get you out of there!
"That's right. Get out of the way, Carmis!"
Then a corner of those who filled the ballroom suddenly raised a loud voice of amazement.
When Calmis noticed it and looked in the direction in which his voice spoke, Gaius was floating in the hollow, surrounded by just dazzling light.