“So this is… Lindel’s Stragglers’ Street, right? Brush?”0

“Yes, it definitely says it’s here! I still can’t believe it! The headquarters of the revolution! The holy land where sacred democracy was born! And now we’re in Lindel! And not just anywhere, but in Stragglers’ Street, the lungs of Lindel’s adventurers!” I[1] answered.1

“How many times are you going to say that, Brush? It’s been two months since we came to the Democratic Country! You shout ‘headquarters of the revolution’ everywhere we go, even in the capital! Revolution, revolution, revolution! Why are you suddenly acting like you did when you were a kid?” Pastel complained.0

“Th-that’s because it’s the Democratic Country! Maybe the blood of revolution is still boiling inside me! I thought I had grown up already, but… Pastel, do you really not understand how I feel?!0

"It’s the Democratic Country! The same Democratic Country! We’re standing in the very place where the people seized their own rights with their own hands, how can I possibly stay calm?!” I shouted.0

“Y-yeah. I know you can’t stay calm, but the problem is you act like this at every tourist spot, Brush! At the Old Royal Castle, the Vatican, and even at the clock tower, you were waving a flag and shouting!0

"Do you know how embarrassing that was?! You did the same thing when we first arrived in Lindel, Heren, Dawan, and Celia, too! I’m not usually the type to care about what others think, but everyone’s staring at us! They probably think we’re some country bumpkins!” Pastel shouted.0

“P-Pastel… are you saying… that I’m embarrassing to be around with?” I asked...0