Yet, Chelsea didn’t lament for long. “It can’t be helped. You can’t save everybody.”

For someone who asked for assistance in allowing her past companion to return, Chelsea’s expression and behavior made her seem too unconcerned. Even Pina’s mouth gaped slightly in astonishment as she watched from behind. Unfortunately for Chelsea’s companion, the only one who thought that Chelsea’s response was reprehensible was Pina.

“Yup, you can’t save everybody.”

“Yes, I’m glad you agree.” Chelsea smiled brightly at Zich’s response. “That bastard Glen…um, can I call him a bastard?”

“There’s no need for you to ask permission to curse him. No, does calling a bastard ‘bastard’ really count as cursing?”

“That’s certainly true.” Now that she had Zich’s permission and was overflowing with the desire to curse Glen, Chelsea changed Glen’s identity and background as she saw fit. “Sir Zich, I think I can connect with you much better than that disgusting, lower-than-maggot bastard born from heaps of trash.”

Zich listened to Chelsea’s descriptions of Glen like he was appreciating a masterful music piece and agreed. Surprisingly, the two...