Arle walks around, looking for a new adventure. She sees Raffina along the way. Arle finds out something's happening inside a dungeon. They run to see what is happening. It turned out that Satan wanted Arle to come enjoy their "honeymoon", which Arle greatly refuses. Arle took the opportunity to try stop him from enjoying it with him. She tells Raffina if she can cooperate with her.
Raffina was being told one thing by one person and another by another person. What was even up with this pretty boy with the horns anyway? She didn’t remember him very fondly, but she also really wasn’t super interested in fighting him either. Apathy. Apathy was the word she was thinking of. ...On the other hand, though, she had to admire his determination. She kinda wished a man would claim her hand with such assertiveness... --Maybe not this man specifically. She was looking for someone tougher looking--and tougher fighting. And even handsomer. She had never even seen a man that fit her own standards in fact, but hell if she would settle for reality! That would never compare to her romance novels!
“Are you sure you, Arle..? He seems very eager to impress you.” Raffina replied rather encouragingly, demonstrating zero awareness.
