"(That man?)" Noah asked himself.
Arachnea had spoken as if the individual she was referring to was someone she had no need to introduce to him. Did she perhaps mention him before at some little time when he was distracted? Maybe—he had made sure to listen to her attentively, but perhaps his mind had wandered too much, trying to grasp the actual meaning of her words.
Just like now, in fact, where a single unknown factor made him unable to process a few of her sentences.
"…just be 83rd's opinion, but if she had to say which was worse, she'd pick the third one," Arachnea continued. "Those in the first case could at least serve as food for the others."
"H-Huh?" Noah stammered.
Arachnea raised her eyebrows, looking at him with composed surprise. It was as if what she was talking about was self-evident and didn't require much explanation.
