"That thing you suggested didn't work." Gentlu quickly approaches Narcistoru, looking very angry. "They always find a way to purify the Ubauzo, no matter how hard I try!" She punches the corridor wall with great force, leaving small dents in it. "I can't look at Master Godatz after failing so much with him." She seems annoyed. So much that she approached Narcistoru to talk about it. She doesn't like him, but she can't face her superiors looking like that. A failure.
“Oh, really? What a shame.” This wasn’t news to Narcistoru, for he’d observed the whole thing, but he wouldn’t have been surprised even if he’d stayed back at the base. Gentlu was nothing more than a puppet with fraying strings, after all. He was sure that she would have failed even if the Precure didn’t get a new weapon seemingly out of nowhere.
“The fact that you can’t even take on a bunch of kids is shameful. If it were me on the field, I know I can utterly destroy them. But first, I need to finish my thing. Do try your best to be useful until then, useless Gentlu!” At the very least, Gentlu was a source of entertainment.