Ultel’s mouth slightly hung open.

“…Even a child’s tantrum would be more logical than yours,” Ultel said.

“As expected of someone serving a fishhead god, you lack basic comprehension. I can’t believe you fail to understand my perfect logic,” Zich said confidently. 

Ultel’s mouth opened wider. It seemed clear to Zich that Ultel was shocked by his perfect logic, and Zich raised his chin triumphantly. Yet, no one in the room thought the same as him.

“…Can’t everybody see that Zich is the one being unreasonable?”

“Just leave him be. I don’t think right and wrong is that important for Mr. Zich right now.”

Even his companions who arrived at the scene later than Zich didn’t talk favorably about his behavior except for one person.

“As if. There’s no way vulgar words coming from the low-lives who serve a fishhead god would be more logical than Sir Zich's. As Sir Zich says, I’m sure those fishhead worshippers lack any comprehension skills.”

“Well, that’s what she says.”

“…I see.”

“…Hm.”

The other companions vaguely supported Lubella’s words. Even if they rebutted her here, there was no way a proper discussion would take place. Then,...