"Don't you dare insult Natlan's graffiti!"
Hearing Zarevich roar those words from afar, Guchen was practically screaming bloody murder in his head.
Natlan's graffiti was bold, unrestrained, and possessed a genuine sense of art, whereas the paint splashed all over Eula's house was an ugly, chaotic mess. Not to mention that those abusive words were exceptionally hideous—anyone with eyes could tell the person who wrote them had never bothered to practice calligraphy!
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