Another Arcadia Online

The male player in front of me heard earlier from an angel named Mr. Rafael where Lucifer is. You think it disappeared as soon as you answered that you didn't know?

Can't I call you? I thought so, so I tried it under No.

"Mr. Rafael, Mr. Rafael. Please show yourself."

You look like a sneaky...

But it seems to have worked...

"Yes. Did you call it?

A relatively small angel in the chest that suddenly appeared in front of me. Say it again.A relatively small angel appeared on my chest.... Is this man Mr. Rafael?

No, but Lucifer, aren't angels big breasts? Small chest or something...... really angel?

"Ru, I brought Mr. Lucifer!

"Is that true? Where the hell..."

"Where are you keeping your eyes?"

Lucifer approached Mr. Rafael and a thoughtful man and was grabbing his head.

"Hiya, Mr. Lucifer!

"You... haven't changed"

"Angels can't change in such a short time..."

With a frightened face, Lucifer lowered Mr. Rafael. Hold your head. Mr. Rafael in tears was a little cute.

"So? What do you want from me?

"Huh? Yes, no, Mr. Lucifer, I was wondering how you are. That's all."

"Were you looking for me for something that didn't matter?

"It doesn't matter! Mr. Lucifer's heavenly realm was terrible! I'm getting away with it, too, because I'm disgusted!

and pungent angry.

Somehow he sat on the ground and decided to run away because he was going to hear of his stupidity if he stayed this way. In flight for now......

Trying to escape, they grab my leg.

"Listen to my stupidity. Good!

"... Rafael. I didn't know you would put your hands on God......!

"God...?...... eh. Could this man be a god? Shh, sorry! You've worked disrespect! Ru, Mr. Lucifer also put his sword away..."

"It's fine because I'm not angry..."

For now, Lucifer would be a little patient if he did me harm, wouldn't he?

Well, either way, they're going to do something if you don't ask, and maybe what, but what's important? Or you might find it valuable.

I sit back on the ground.

"Well, then I'm around here..."

"Shall I ask Mr. Patra with you? (Translation: Don't run)"

"... Yes (I felt silent pressure)"

You're kind of scared, but what are you scared of? I don't know.

Well. Shall I ask?