A gray-blue field of vision.
On the vast grasslands.
There stands a towering tree thousands of meters high, its entire body golden and ethereal.
Beneath it, a woman with long orange-red hair sits expressionlessly against the trunk. Beside her stands a strange man wearing a black top hat and dressed in ancient robes.
"Whose letter has made the great Cat God so furious?"
The man stroked his inverted mustache, teasing.
"Someone wearing a hat just as stupid as yours."
Maggie said flatly.
Oscar coughed, then replied seriously:
"You can insult my character, but not my taste… I happen to like this hat very much."
"You used to say the same about your mustache, but Miss Holy Tree has mocked you quite a bit for it."
Maggie rolled her eyes.
Oscar sighed, somewhat dejectedly, and then spoke with a hint of concern:
"You didn't hurt Him, did you? Though Philip died by His hand, you can't blame Him for it…"
"I know, no need for your explanation!"
Maggie said coldly.
