Ivy pouted, unable to continue holding hands, and then made a face before gently pinching Motan's sleeve. Seeing no clear resistance from him, she beamed brightly, "Although I didn't understand everything, hearing you say that, Lady Feiyali really has it tough!"
"Indeed, which is why I'm quite valuable—someone who doesn't want to con her, doesn't mind getting cursed out, and won't be easily outplayed by her."
Motan grinned and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, my time isn't that precious; let's just say these days are spent keeping Her Highness the Saintess entertained."
Ivy paused and looked up at Motan, who had also stopped to match her steps. After a long gaze, she playfully stuck out her tongue, speaking in her trademark cute, rising-tone voice, "Honestly, if this keeps up, I'll have no sense of superiority in front of you, Link."
"Oh?"
Link Zelda looked down at Ivy's sparkling blue left eye and asked with a half-smile, "Does being better than me really mean anything?"
