"... are you a sadist... that's a lot of speech again, isn't it?
Lennon raised his protest to Chester without changing one complexion.
Then Chester was anticipating that, too, and he didn't change one complexion as well as Lennon.
"You know it yourself. Your lord is definitely a sadist."
"... No, I've never thought of myself as a sadist or anything like that, have I?
Then Shester suddenly laughed out loud there.
"... No, this is disrespectful. It blew out on me. Your lord tells too many funny jokes..."
Though Shester looked like he was grinning, his eyes weren't grinning.
And the same was true of Lennon, who was sending a stabbing gaze to Shester.
"I didn't mean to make a joke... well, fine. My lord assured me I was a sadist more than that, but I would like you to tell me where I was judged to be so."
Lennon looked at his face as if something like anger blowing out of his soul was boiling out of his whole body, even as he pushed anger to death.
"It's hard to explain wherever you're asked. So to speak, make a comprehensive judgment... something like that."
"It's a really vague story, isn't it? Are you calling me a sadist on such vague grounds..."