"Brother."
She repeated the form of address she had just used, giving Joshua the feeling that she was like a question-and-answer machine that provided answers when prompted.
This way of speaking was somewhat similar to Foya's, except if Foya had been this easy to communicate with, Thousand Faces would probably have secretly shed tears.
"Foya, but with three or four times the conversational vocabulary?" Ciri whispered into Joshua's ear.
"At most twice as much, okay?" Joshua scratched his head in frustration.
In the end, Thousand Faces coughed lightly, interrupting Joshua and Ciri's idle chatter.
Only then did Joshua notice Black Tail sitting beside the gray-robed person.
The expression on Black Tail's face was like that of a rat about to be thrown into a vat of boiling oil. The sweat pouring down Black Tail's face was nearly enough to wash away all the grime stuck to it.
But judging from Black Tail's expression, it clearly knew that the being seated beside it was dangerous.
"Black Tail, give her your Game Coins."
Joshua looked at the right hand she had extended, unsure how patient she was.
But Foya had never been a patient person. This was most obvious when she played Holy Spirit. Whenever her hero was killed by an enemy, the first thing Foya did after reviving was hunt down the killer for revenge.
She looked calm on the surface, but deep down she was a hot-tempered player.
"What did you say..."
The thing Black Tail hated most in life was people slandering the potions it made. The second was being ordered around by this orange cat.
But after feeling the gaze of the person beside it, Black Tail had no choice but to take out a Game Coin, place it on the arcade cabinet, and cautiously slide it toward