Sneeze! Sneeze! Sneeeeze! “G-Goodness! What terrible weather..! What must a lady do for some firewood around here? Hmph!”

“Hmph! As if there'd be a remarkable difference. Either way, you'd be prancing around like a fool!”

The princess looks troubled, puzzled by his jolly demeanor. “These ideals.. they're foolish! You seek to win either way, yes? Friend or foe, you fight in hopes of victory, yes?” Rozalin questions, words spouted with a misunderstood venom. “Who the opponent is matters not!”

“Quite the mistake!”

The motif of Shaw's scarf abruptly shifts to the Scottish flag's blue-white as its claw eats the bullet like a jawbreaker. "Nice try! But I'm Scottish!" Two Wood Golems appear from the background playing bagpipes as he stands around bathing in the aesthetic like a total moron.

“Ooo, I shall soon get my hands on every last wretched mosquito! That, I promise!” .. No, she is *not* in a sour mood because she did not listen to Adell and apply bug spray. Hmph!

It is midnight, a time of slumber. A time of peace. A time to rest and prepare for the dawn to follow. .. For most, that is. For Rozalin? It is a time to prod 「Ꭺ ᴰ ᴱ ᴸ ᴸ」 with a broomstick in an effort to awake him from a deep, deep sleep.