C781 The Crimson Armor of the Fallen Angel(1)

Pandora's cockpit.

"Lucifinil, where's your protective suit?" Mary poked Lucifinil's little arm. "We will be leaving the cabin later. Without the protective suit,... You useless angel will definitely be bullied by the terrible environment outside until you lie on the ground and cry, right?"

"Hmph hmph, there's no need for you, a smug salted fish like you, to worry about your protective suit..