"Isn't that a Naaru?!"
The mysterious voice's sudden words startled Velen. The information they contained was far too staggering; even someone as closely connected to the Naaru as he was found it hard to believe upon hearing them so abruptly.
To release the Holy Light within himself and form a barrier against the black energy constantly trying to invade his surroundings, Velen attempted to communicate with the mysterious voice within the Soul of the Song.
"Sir, if I heard correctly just now, you called it..."
"A Naaru? What's wrong? Don't know that name? Oh, you can call them glowing tangrams, Holy Light scam artists, whatever you like. At least, that's what I prefer to call them."
"No, sir. Even if you seem entirely harmless, please do not give such titles to the sacred Naaru who have helped us. I believe it is an insult to their selfless devotion."
"Tch... selfless devotion. Who knows why they came here? They must have set their sights on the immature..." The mysterious voice muttered a few words under its breath.
"Sir, what did you say just now?" Velen could not make out the voice clearly.
"Huh? Ah, nothing. I was merely marveling that such transcendent beings exist in this world—selflessly devoting themselves, helping others, illuminating the world. Applause, applause, clap clap clap, clap clap clap." The voice answered in an equally strange tone, repeatedly making clapping sounds with its mouth at the end.
"..." Velen was helpless in the face of such a reaction. While carefully maintaining the Holy Light barrier and observing the God of the Void as it continuously released its energy, he spoke to the mysterious voice in his mind. "All right, sir. Let us set aside the matter of the sacred Naaru for now. Returning to our original topic, since