[Pressing the live button on his phone because of course he is, he's talking. And he is sitting in a floating chair, because of course he is.]

I am not afraid of anything, and I am certainly not afraid of these hosts.

Did you want me to tell you about what I know of these missing idols? Fine, I will grant you my wisdom. This C child is a rambunctious beast who is filled with noise and incessant nagging, but a child who chooses to defy these fake gods is a lot more memorable than a coward who crawls behind the shadows, acting as if they are brighter than the sun.

This Haruto . . . is an octopus, I suppose? I don't know what else you expect me to say about this. But even an octopus can be an idol, and thus they deserve their offerings like any other idol in this place. They are the ones that are meant to be worshiped, the idols belong to their worshipers and the worshipers belong to their idols. Those who interfere with these relationships deserve the greatest of divine punishments.

I am already furious, and the gods that have been brought here should also be experiencing a great fury for these impostors. They will be filled with the greatest of regrets.

If it means shouting for hours on end to make sure my injured teammates will get the retribution they deserve from the offenders, fine. So be it! I will gather enough offerings until I am swimming in it, and I will use that as needed. My followers are generous, they understand that I will provide in return! I will return their idols to them if they are stolen away.

The thieves will one day remember their place.