Chapter 87: Reverend Insanity (Rewritten)
"Ah, we’re finally back! ...I forgot what fresh air tasted like..."
As March attempted to take a bite out of the air, Sunny rolled his eyes as he sarcastically asked:
"What flavor is it?"
She closed her eyes as if she was savoring the taste.
"...Freedom... Cold... Mainly cold actually."
Sunny sighed. They had returned to the Overworld, and the first thing March does is attempt to consume the air. Maybe they should have left her behind.
The pink-haired girl continued.
"Where’s our next stop? We should find somewhere to put our feet up, as long as it’s not Goethe Hotel again..."
Seele — who had volunteered to accompany them — clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"Classic unreliable Sampo — he probably guessed we’d ask where his hiding place was. No sooner are we back in the Administrative District than he sneaks off."
With each passing moment, Sunny couldn’t help but dislike Sampo a tiny bit more...