"You don't even hesitate to lie," Kiyono Lin said beside him.
"Actually, every night I confess to God three thousand times in my heart."
"You really don't hesitate at all."
"There's still a bit."
"Zhengji: I also want a girlish style."
"Mr. Dubian: The time to test my skills has come."
"Zhengji: Huh?"
"Mr. Dubian: Nothing."
"Meiji: How carefree."
"Mr. Dubian: Not at all."
"Meiji: Not at all and you still won't let me in?"
"Mr. Dubian: ...Oh."
"Shall we enter?" he asked Kiyono Lin.
Kiyono Lin, her eyes showing contemplation, pondered, "Let's go in and see."
"If those people talk about you again, I'll nail them to the cross."
"Lies."
"Have birds poop on their heads?"
"I don't care about what those people think of me."
"But I do, so it's settled. The first time they insult you, I'll let it go, but if there's a second time, they must be slightly embarrassed."
"Can you command the birds?"
"How could I?"
"I want to see, perform it for me later."
