"No matter what you say, this is my reason."
The Snake of the End hid behind Emmon, feeling an overwhelming sense of security—it could almost cry with relief. Sure enough, joining Nora was absolutely the right choice.
Emmon, this guy—he's the real deal!
Brothers, you're solid!
If this had happened in the Nightmare World, it probably would've been tossed out and exchanged for a supreme treasure by now.
This spirit that has wandered for so many years finally found a place to rest its weary heart.
The Holy Mother, seeing that Emmon was unmoved by threats or persuasion, had to pull out her one and only trump card.
