At night, a dazzling river of stars stretched across the sky!
A bonfire crackled away as Crocodile, wearing a solemn expression, shaped sand into a blackboard and passionately explained the team's principles and culture to Betty.
Archino was still lying there like a corpse.
Chaos sat beside Betty, listening along as Crocodile showered her with eloquent nonsense!
Betty propped her chin on one hand and looked at Crocodile like he was an idiot. She yawned from time to time, clearly letting his words go in one ear and out the other without taking any of it in.
This same man beside her had already told her all this bullshit about principles and culture.
It might have worked on children, but she was Belo Betty. How could a few words sway her?
Still, she had to admit that some of what he said made sense.
He wasn't just making things up. His words were the kind that could easily set a person's blood on fire, and something called a "dream" was gradually taking shape.
At first, Betty hadn't paid much attention, but as time passed, she began to take him seriously.
Compared to Chaos's chuunibyou-style, blunt delivery, Crocodile was undeniably more eloquent and better at getting straight to the heart.
Chaos picked up a glass of red wine from the golden table and watched Crocodile perform with an impassive expression.
The guy had been gone for five days, and somehow his skills at spouting nonsense had improved.
He could tell that Betty had started out disdainful and was now deep in thought.
Of course, none of them were idiots.
They just thought Crocodile's words made sense. Archino hadn't been completely brainwashed either. He was still clearheaded; he just now had something called a "dream" and a "goal" in his heart.
"Boss,