Iris didn't think she'd even be angry for a few seconds before Leo explained it reasonably like that. If you put it that way, then there's no problem at all.
"Not wrong. It's just, what right do some random mortals have to see a true god's talent?"
Hands on her hips, her head held high, parallel to the sky. Her whole being right now could be summed up in one word: 'arrogant'.
Hearing that, the corner of Raphael's mouth twitched a few times. Was 'random mortals' pointing at him? After all, out of the four of them, only he had a 'mortal' nine-star talent.
"Quit putting on airs for me. Spill it. Is there a way or not?"
The more Michael looked at her acting cocky, the more annoying he found it, so he wanted to cut off her current mood.
"The hell are you trying to start shit?"
Her fists clenched tight. If Michael said one more wrong thing, she'd punch him straight in the face.
"Alright, alright. You two stop messing around. Iris, is there a way or not?"
