Seeing Wayne ignoring him, Dreyne snorted and, with the demeanor of a victor, said to Guinevere, "The Goddess sent me to find you in Lundan. You know the exact contents of the Divine Decree. Whatever you do, I'll do the same. So, what are you going to do?"
Guinevere looked embarrassed and mumbled without speaking.
Cote, getting anxious, said, "It's already this moment, what are you hesitating for? If you won't say it, I will. After all, our Divine Decrees are the same."
"No need for you to meddle. I'll speak my own Divine Decree."
Guinevere made up her mind, nodded heavily to Wayne, tugged on Dreyne's sleeve, and whispered the Divine Decree in his ear.
Wayne: (ŏ_ŏ;)
What's with that determined face? Is it that difficult? I don't even mind that you're Chris's grandaunt.
You're not loyal!
"Ah!"
"Oh."
"I see, I unders..."
"Mm! Mm? Mmm—"
Dreyne's eyes widened as he grabbed Guinevere by the collar, angrily reprimanding, "You little rascal, did you falsify the Divine Decree?"
