Haruhara planted his foot rather suddenly on the ground, shifting his weight a few times before finally stopping. “You think I’m a ripe idiot, huh…?” He spun his trident like a baton as he continued. “Yeah–a month works.”

You’re the one who wants to fight Me. That makes you either very brave… or very foolish. And you have not convinced Me of the former.


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Mostly, I write stuff. And, like the Egyptians and the Internet, I put cat pictures on my walls. Also, I can read your Tarot.