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Chapter 193: Isn't a Kiss Standard Practice After a Heroic Rescue?
A short while later, Dorothy expertly navigated the broom through a jagged mountain range, finally touching down at their destination: the hidden, heavily fortified underground palace where the Cross Guard had sealed Babbo.
"Hmph," Dorothy smirked maliciously.
Just as they were about to land, she abruptly killed the magic to the broom, yanking the wooden handle out from under them. She fully intended to catch Suyan off guard and watch him eat a faceful of dirt—payback for all the cheap thrills he had gotten out of holding her waist during the flight.
Unfortunately for her, Suyan was an experienced Nen user with over two and a half years of grueling, high-level combat training. If a childish prank like pulling a broom out from under him was enough to make him faceplant, he would have died a dozen times over by now.
Suyan landed perfectly on his feet, his posture relaxed. He didn't even acknowledge her petty attempt at sabotage, instead casting a casual glance around the cavernous entrance of the dungeon. "So, this is where Babbo is sealed?" he asked mildly.
"Tch." Dorothy reverted the Zephyrus Broom back into its ring form, annoyed that he hadn't fallen for her trick. She turned her head away to hide her pout, fishing a yellowed, ancient-looking parchment map out of her spatial storage.
She carefully compared the topography on the map with the ancient stone archway looming before them. Confirming they were in the right place, she finally nodded. "Yes, this is it."
She rolled the map back up, looking at him expectantly. "Since I'm completely hopeless when it comes to puzzle-solving and trap-disarming, I'll leave navigating the dungeon to you. Is that okay?"
"No problem," Suyan agreed instantly.
Having seen the anime, he knew exactly how this played out. He couldn't recall the specific details of the traps lining the corridors, but if an unawakened, middle-schooler Ginta—who hadn't even achieved Castle-class power yet—could blindly stumble his way to the bottom, the traps couldn't be that deadly. They were likely just deterrents designed to weed out the absolute lowest tier of scavengers.
The real challenge lay at the very bottom of the palace, where Babbo was physically sealed. First, the room was guarded by a powerful Guardian ÄRM designed to slaughter anyone who actually made it through the traps. Second, the chest containing Babbo was enchanted with a highly specific magical lock: it could only be opened by someone who possessed absolutely zero magical power.
It was a brilliantly contradictory security system. If you didn't have immense magical power, you would be butchered by the Guardian ÄRM before you ever reached the chest. But if you did have the magical power necessary to defeat the Guardian, the chest would permanently lock you out, rendering your victory pointless. To make matters worse, since Babbo was famously known as Phantom's weapon, anyone powerful enough to breach the dungeon would be driven by intense greed; they would never dream of bringing along a powerless civilian and sharing the ultimate prize with them.
The seal was mathematically perfect—until Ginta Toramizu literally fell out of the sky. He possessed no magic, having just arrived from Earth, yet happened to bump into Dorothy, who possessed enough overwhelming magical firepower to effortlessly distract the Guardian. While Dorothy fought, Ginta casually popped the chest open, retrieved Babbo, and inadvertently performed a heroic rescue that completely stole the witch's heart.
"Wait, what? You just... agreed?" Dorothy blurted out, genuinely stunned.
She had fully expected Suyan to argue, or at least demand a fairer split of the labor. After all, she was blatantly telling him to walk into a death trap and act as her personal meat shield! She had spent the entire flight formulating a dozen manipulative arguments to gaslight him into doing it. She was the notorious, manipulative witch of Caldia! She was ready to use her feminine wiles, her tears, her ÄRMs—whatever it took to force him to the front.
But he just... said yes. Without a single complaint.
Looking at his handsome, entirely unbothered face, Dorothy felt a bizarre sense of defeat, like she had just thrown a full-power punch into a cloud of cotton. She wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Well... then I'll leave it to you," she muttered, crossing her arms defensively. I hope he gets impaled by spikes on the first floor, she added spitefully in her mind.
"Sure thing," Suyan smiled gently. "I happen to be pretty good at this sort of thing. Just leave it to me."
With that, Suyan silently chanted a single word in his mind: En!
Instantly, a massive, imperceptible sphere of Aura exploded outward from his body, expanding at the speed of thought. In the blink of an eye, the invisible dome engulfed the entire underground palace. Every hallway, every hidden pressure plate, every tripwire, and every magical fluctuation within the structure was perfectly mapped and beamed directly into his brain.
Suyan let out a quiet breath of relief. Fortunately, the ancient dungeon didn't possess any anti-Nen properties that blocked his Aura. If it did, he would have been forced to play the meathead and literally punch his way through every single wall to reach the bottom.
He turned his head, flashing Dorothy a confident smile. "Make sure you stay close behind me, Miss Witch."
Is he using some kind of detection ÄRM? Dorothy wondered, feeling a strange ripple in the air that she couldn't quite identify. But seeing Suyan stride confidently into the dark, foreboding entrance, she didn't have time to overthink it. She hurried after him, stepping into the gloom.
Their journey through the death-trap dungeon went shockingly, almost suspiciously smooth. Suyan, armed with the ultimate wall-hack that was En, effortlessly navigated around every hidden pitfall, dart launcher, and magical snare. It was so easy that Dorothy genuinely began to suspect the dungeon was empty and the rumors of lethal traps were completely fabricated.
To test her theory, she intentionally deviated from Suyan's exact footsteps.
Click.
She immediately triggered a localized trap. While the resulting explosion wasn't nearly strong enough to break through her magical defenses or actually harm her, it thoroughly humiliated her. When the smoke cleared, Suyan simply turned around and gave her a look that clearly communicated: Can you seriously not handle the simple instruction of 'stay close behind me'?
Dorothy wanted to find a crack in the floor and bury herself alive. The sheer embarrassment forced her to abandon her suspicions; the man clearly knew exactly what he was doing. She kept her head down, staring intensely at the floor, and obediently followed directly in his footsteps for the remainder of the descent.
Before long, the duo reached the deepest chamber of the underground palace.
"Oof!"
Dorothy, who had been staring at her feet in humiliation, slammed face-first into Suyan's broad back when he abruptly stopped moving. She rubbed her nose, glaring up at him in annoyance. "Hey! Why did you—"
"We're here," Suyan announced, his calm tone instantly extinguishing her irritation.
Dorothy followed his gaze to an elevated stone dais in the center of the massive chamber. Resting atop the dais was a highly conspicuous, ornate treasure chest. "Is that the chest sealing Babbo?" she asked, her breath catching in her throat.
But was it really this simple? Sure, she had triggered that one trap because she was being stubborn, but the traps in this place were pathetic. Even without Suyan guiding her, any mid-tier fighter could have tanked those explosions and made it down here. Where was the legendary difficulty?
"Well? Do you want to go up there and open it?" Suyan offered, noting the deep suspicion written all over her face. He couldn't resist teasing her.
"You—!" Dorothy's forehead pulsed with an anime vein. "You're trying to make me look like an idiot again, aren't you?!"
She had zero proof that Suyan had orchestrated the trap she stepped on earlier, but her feminine intuition was screaming at her. She just knew he had sensed she was stepping out of line, realized she was about to trigger a trap, and purposefully stayed silent just to watch her make a fool of herself!
"That's a pretty harsh accusation," Suyan shrugged, the corners of his mouth curving into a smirk. "How about I go open it, then?" He paused, adding a wicked afterthought. "Assuming, of course, you aren't terrified that I'll just grab whatever is inside the chest and teleport away?"
It was a trap! A blatant, psychological trap!
Dorothy gritted her teeth, glaring at him with pure venom. Suyan's casual, indifferent attitude—acting as if he couldn't care less whether he obtained Babbo or not—infuriated her more than anything else. She felt like this man was her natural-born kryptonite. Ever since she met him a few hours ago, her emotions had been put through a blender, violently swinging between rage, embarrassment, and confusion.
So, what was she supposed to do? Go up there and open the chest herself? Or let this deeply obnoxious, untrustworthy man do it?
"I'll do it!" she snarled, her pride winning out.
Even if she was a little surprised that the hallway traps hadn't targeted him, this was clearly the final chamber. Babbo was sitting right there. She couldn't back down now. Furthermore, who was she? She was the notorious, unstoppable Witch of Caldia!
Hearing her declaration, Suyan didn't object. He simply walked over to a nearby stone pillar and sat down, making himself comfortable. Just as he had maintained all along, he truly did not care about Babbo. What he actually wanted to see was the look of utter, soul-crushing despair on Dorothy's face when she realized that, no matter how much magic she pumped into the lock, the chest simply wouldn't open. He had already mentally prepared a camera, ready to snap a picture of her dumbfounded expression the moment it happened.
Dorothy shot him a deeply suspicious glare, but seeing that he was genuinely just sitting there, she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She was still terrified he had some ulterior motive, but whatever it was, she was claiming Babbo today. Gathering her courage, she took a bold step toward the dais.
Before her foot even touched the first step, a thick, silver bracelet erupted from the stone floor. The bracelet pulsed with blinding silver light, violently expanding outward. In the blink of an eye, the light solidified into a massive, ten-meter-tall golem composed entirely of jagged, yellowish-brown rock.
"I knew it! I knew it wouldn't be that easy!" Dorothy yelled, though internally, she actually felt a wave of relief. She wasn't afraid of traps or monsters; she was afraid of the unknown. The fact that a massive Guardian ÄRM was stationed here validated the difficulty of the dungeon.
Dorothy immediately raised her left arm, the silver bangle on her wrist dissolving into a burst of white light. "Come forth, Guardian ÄRM! Flying Leo!"
A fierce, silver-and-purple lion with a pair of majestic, feathered wings materialized in the air before her.
Wait. Wings?
Dorothy stared at her winged lion, the horrifying realization crashing down on her. I had a flying Guardian ÄRM this entire time! Why, oh why, did she summon the Zephyrus Broom and let Suyan hug her waist for the entire flight here?! She could have just summoned Flying Leo and flown alongside him! I was so panicked I completely lost my mind!
She aggressively massaged her temples, desperately trying to soothe the spike of raw, unadulterated shame coursing through her veins. Focus! The past is the past. Deal with the monster in front of you!
She commanded Flying Leo to attack the towering stone golem. However, compared to the ten-meter behemoth, her winged lion was roughly the size of the golem's forearm. It wasn't that Dorothy lacked stronger Guardians—Flying Leo was solidly mid-tier in her arsenal—but she needed to test the golem's strength before committing her best ÄRMs. Furthermore, she deliberately avoided using her strongest weapon, the Zephyrus Broom. The underground chamber was completely sealed and lacked airflow; generating hurricane-force winds in here would drain her magic at double the normal rate. Plus, against a creature made of solid, heavy rock, wind magic wasn't exactly optimal.
Using Flying Leo to probe the enemy's defenses was the tactically sound choice. It also allowed her to reserve enough magical power and focus to keep a wary eye on Suyan, ensuring he didn't try to stab her in the back. After all, the prize was Phantom's legendary ÄRM. No matter how indifferent Suyan pretended to be, she didn't trust him for a second.
Except...
"You bastard! Why are you just sitting there watching?!" Dorothy screamed, glancing over her shoulder.
Suyan hadn't moved an inch. He was just sitting on the rock, casually observing the fight like he was watching a play. Honestly, if he had tried to sneak past her and open the chest while she was distracted by the Guardian, she would have understood! It would have given her the perfect, guilt-free excuse to blast him with magic and eliminate him as a rival. But the fact that he was doing absolutely nothing was throwing her completely off balance. The lingering shame of the broom-ride incident flared up again, igniting a furious fire in her chest.
"Watch out!" Suyan suddenly called out, pointing directly behind her.
"Huh?" Dorothy blinked, confused by the sudden warning.
Smash!
The rock golem swatted Flying Leo out of the sky with a devastating backhand. The winged lion shattered into motes of light, instantly reverting back into the silver bangle before dissipating. With its target eliminated, the golem's massive, boulder-like hand descended rapidly toward Dorothy.
The violent severing of her magical connection to Flying Leo snapped Dorothy out of her daze. She whipped her head around, her eyes widening in horror as the giant hand plummeted toward her. Acting purely on instinct, she reached for a stronger Guardian ÄRM to block the strike.
But disaster struck. The sheer weight of the rock golem, combined with the explosive force of its movements, caused the ancient stone floor beneath Dorothy to abruptly crack and cave in. Her footing vanished, throwing her completely off balance and interrupting her magical flow.
With a terrified shriek, Dorothy was plucked out of the air, the golem's massive, stony fingers wrapping securely around her entire body.
Suyan shook his head with a heavy sigh. Clearly, it was Dorothy's inescapable fate to suffer at the hands of this specific golem. Despite Suyan doing absolutely nothing to interfere, she still managed to get herself wildly distracted, resulting in her capture by the very ÄRM she would later affectionately name 'Brikkin' in the anime. In the original timeline, she got distracted staring at Babbo's ugly face. This time, she got distracted because of him.
"Need a hand, Miss Witch?" Suyan called up to her, fully enjoying the spectacle.
"Are you kidding me?! This is all your fault, you pervert!!" Dorothy shrieked, struggling frantically against the crushing grip.
If she hadn't been so distracted, so infuriated by his mere presence, she never would have made such a pathetic amateur mistake! Now, both of her arms were pinned tight against her sides by the golem's fingers. She couldn't reach her ÄRMs, and she couldn't channel her magic. She was completely, utterly helpless.
"You stupid jerk! Hurry up and save me!" she roared, abandoning all pride. "You've been taking advantage of me and copping feels all damn day! If you don't save me right now, you're worse than trash!"
"You're begging for my help, but you're still insulting me. You really don't know when to quit, do you?" Suyan laughed, shaking his head.
He analyzed the situation, quickly formulating the best way to save her. Destroying the rock golem would be child's play for him, but in the anime, Dorothy ends up claiming this Guardian ÄRM and grows quite fond of it. It would be a shame to completely obliterate it. He needed to disable it without permanently damaging the core artifact.
Nen it is, then.
Suyan focused, shifting a thin layer of Aura into his eyes using Gyo. Instantly, the intricate, glowing pathways of magic flowing through the stone golem became visible to him. He crouched low, then exploded upward, leaping high into the air.
He didn't even bother coating his fist in Aura. Relying entirely on his monstrous, superhuman physical strength, he drove his bare fist directly into the golem's central magical node.
CRACK!
The effect was instantaneous and devastating. With a single, perfectly placed strike, the massive rock golem froze, shattered into white light, and rapidly compressed back into its dormant bracelet form, clattering loudly against the stone floor. It was a feat only possible because the ÄRM was currently operating autonomously without an intelligent master controlling its flow of magic; otherwise, finding and exploiting the node would have been much harder.
"Ahhh!"
With the golem vaporized, the hand holding Dorothy vanished, sending her plummeting toward the hard stone floor below. Her skirt, entirely unbound by the laws of physics or gravity, flipped violently upward in the rushing wind, exposing a devastating amount of skin. Worse still, her body was completely numb from the crushing pressure of the golem's grip. She couldn't move her arms to push her skirt down, let alone brace herself for the lethal impact.
But the impact never came.
A split second before she hit the ground, Dorothy felt herself being scooped into a strong, warm embrace. She slowly opened her tightly shut eyes, gasping as Suyan's handsome face filled her vision. He had caught her flawlessly in a classic bridal carry.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Dorothy's heart hammered furiously against her ribs. A deep, burning flush crawled up her neck, painting her entire face a brilliant, vivid scarlet. She stared into Suyan's dark eyes, her voice trembling with a mix of utter mortification and panic. "Just now... you saw everything, didn't you?"
In that moment, she didn't even care that he had just saved her life. The only thing occupying her mind was the horrifying realization that her skirt had flipped up, and Suyan had a front-row seat to the show.
Suyan pondered the question for a second, then offered a philosophical reply: "Do you want to hear the truth, or do you want me to lie to you?"
That basically confirms he saw everything! He isn't even trying to spare my feelings! Dorothy thought, so angry she actually let out a short, hysterical laugh.
Holding the paralyzed, blushing witch securely in his arms, Suyan leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a smooth, teasing whisper. "Dorothy, do you know what usually happens after a hero saves a beautiful girl from a monster?"
"Huh?" Dorothy blinked, utterly confused.
Why had he suddenly dropped the 'Miss Witch' moniker and called her by her actual name? But she wouldn't have to wonder for long.
In the next second, Dorothy's eyes widened to an impossible degree, locking onto Suyan's deep, mesmerizing black pupils. Without a shred of warning or decency, Suyan leaned down and captured her lips with his own.
My first kiss...!!
Dorothy squirmed frantically in his embrace, desperate to push him away. But her limbs were still numb and heavy from the golem's grip. She had no strength to fight back. To her absolute horror, her traitorous body quickly melted against him, completely overwhelmed by the masterful, devastating kissing techniques Suyan had honed to perfection across multiple Nen Contracts.
"You absolute bastard!!"
An indeterminate amount of time later, strength finally returned to Dorothy's limbs. She shoved Suyan back with all her might, gasping for air. Her trembling fingers subconsciously brushed against her lips. She wasn't wearing an ounce of lipstick, yet her lips were currently flushed a vivid, swollen red that outshone the most expensive cosmetics on the market.
Reality crashed down on her. She gritted her teeth, staring at Suyan with eyes so filled with murderous rage she looked ready to skin him alive. "Do you have any idea what you just did?!"
Suyan simply smiled.
Wasn't it common knowledge that a beautiful maiden was obligated to reward her heroic savior with a kiss? It was practically a law of nature, right up there with the anime trope of accidentally flashing one's underwear when bowing deeply to apologize. Besides, the atmosphere had been absolutely perfect. If he hadn't capitalized on the moment, he would have been doing a disservice to romance everywhere. And, if he were being completely honest with himself, seeing the protagonist Ginta running around earlier had sparked a microscopic, deeply petty sense of rivalry in his heart.
He opened his mouth to reply. "I—"
"Shut up! I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth!" Dorothy screamed, cutting him off instantly. Her face was so red it looked like it was actively radiating heat. She glared at him with pure, unadulterated venom.
A moment later, she raised her hand, her magical power flaring wildly within the confined space of the dungeon. "Nature ÄRM, Zephyrus Broom!"
She summoned her ultimate weapon—the very weapon she had deemed too magically draining to use against the rock golem. Suyan braced himself, already formulating a dozen counter-strategies. He had anticipated that stealing a kiss might provoke a violent reaction, so he wasn't particularly panicked.
However, to his mild surprise, Dorothy didn't unleash a hurricane to blast him into the walls. Instead, she leaped onto the Zephyrus Broom, kicked off the ground, and shot straight up the corridor they had just meticulously navigated, flying blindly toward the surface.
"If I ever see your face again, I swear to God I will kill you!!"
Her furious declaration echoed through the cavern, fading rapidly as her gorgeous silhouette disappeared into the darkness. She sounded insanely angry, but the sheer volume of her shouting betrayed the fact that she was vastly more embarrassed than she was vengeful.
Speeding away from the underground palace, Dorothy absentmindedly brought a hand up to touch her lips—the exact spot Suyan had just kissed. An anime vein pulsed furiously on her temple.
That bastard! That absolute scumbag! How dared he?! How dared he take advantage of her momentary weakness and steal her first kiss?! Did he genuinely have a death wish, or did he somehow forget he was dealing with the most dangerous witch in Caldia?! I will remember this. I will absolutely make him pay!
She fumed, plotting a hundred different, agonizing ways to torture him the next time their paths crossed. In the span of a single afternoon, this man had grabbed her waist, pressed against her back, seen her underwear, and stolen her first kiss. Even if she paraded around under the terrifying moniker of an 'infamous witch,' at her core, Dorothy was still an incredibly pure, inexperienced maiden!
But... putting aside the sheer, unforgivable audacity of his actions...
Being kissed... actually felt incredibly good.
Dorothy subconsciously licked her swollen lips, savoring the lingering sensation. Instantly, her face caught fire again. She slapped her own cheeks with both hands, scolding herself internally. Dorothy! What the hell is wrong with you?! What is going through that stupid head of yours?! You have a mission! You need to recover the 798 rare ÄRMs your sister stole, and you have to personally execute her! You don't have time to get distracted by something as trivial as... as...
She violently shook her head, trying to forcibly physically eject the image of Suyan's face from her brain. But the harder she tried to forget, the more deeply the memory of his intense, dark eyes and the warmth of his lips burned into her mind.
No. I need a distraction! I need to do something else right now!
Her gaze darted down to her outfit—the signature black-and-purple dress with the massive slits running all the way up her thighs. As a Knight-class powerhouse, she moved with such speed and precision in combat that she never had to worry about wardrobe malfunctions. But the memory of plummeting through the air, completely paralyzed while her skirt flew up for Suyan to inspect, sent a fresh wave of mortification crashing over her.
I'm altering this dress! Right now! I'm sewing these damn slits up!
Back in the depths of the underground palace, Suyan stood in the echoing silence, staring blankly at the empty corridor. It took him a few seconds to fully process what had just happened. He had genuinely prepared himself for a furious, magic-fueled brawl with an enraged witch.
Instead... she just ran away? Just like that?
She didn't even spare a single glance at the treasure chest containing Babbo, nor did she attempt to retrieve the Guardian ÄRM she had just fought so hard against. Given that her Flying Leo had been permanently shattered during the fight, leaving this dungeon empty-handed meant she had taken a massive net loss!
Suyan walked over to where the golem had fallen and picked up the silver bracelet. He examined it closely. It was a rather elegant, feminine piece of jewelry. In the anime timeline, after Dorothy defeated the golem and lost her Flying Leo bracelet, she immediately equipped this silver chain to replace it, adding the massive golem to her active roster and naming it Brikkin.
He stood there for a long time, turning the bracelet over in his hands, fully expecting Dorothy to eventually fly back down. Even if she was too embarrassed to face him, she surely wouldn't abandon Babbo without at least seeing what it looked like, right? She knew it was the most important artifact Diana had stolen! She hadn't even laid eyes on the ugly kendama yet!
But to his surprise, Dorothy never returned.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, Suyan finally gave up. Given the absurd speed of the Zephyrus Broom, she had probably flown entirely out of Lestava's borders by now. Since he hadn't placed any Nen tracking marks on her, finding her again in the immediate future would be difficult.
Suyan sighed, shaking his head. Oh well. I suppose the next time we meet will be during the War Games hosted by Phantom.
If Dorothy truly wanted to confront her sister, participating in the War Games and fighting the Chess Pieces directly was the only guaranteed way to force a meeting with the Queen. Furthermore, considering she had just fled in a state of absolute, flustered panic, chasing after her right now would probably backfire. It was better to give her some time and space to cool down.
As for the Guardian ÄRM, Brikkin? He'd hold onto it for her. He could always gift it back to her the next time they met as an apology offering. And as for her parting threat to murder him? Suyan didn't take it seriously for a second. Leaving aside his own overwhelming combat power, any idiot could tell she had just been shouting empty threats to cover up her overwhelming embarrassment.
"Guardian ÄRM, Brikkin!"
Curious, Suyan channeled a pulse of his Nen into the silver bracelet. Instantly, the massive, ten-meter-tall rock golem materialized in the chamber, completely unharmed. Suyan didn't summon it to fight; he was simply testing a theory.
Guardian ÄRMs were incredibly fascinating. In Hunter x Hunter, Ging Freecss and his friends had created the Greed Island game using a highly complex web of Nen abilities. The 'NPCs' and 'monsters' in Greed Island were essentially just mindless puppets following pre-programmed scripts dictated by Manipulation-type Nen users. They lacked true sentience or intelligence.
But the Guardian ÄRMs of this world were entirely different. While massive brutes like Brikkin operated mostly on instinct, many Guardians possessed genuine intelligence. Some were fiercely independent and self-aware. For example, Alan, the second-in-command of the Cross Guard, utilized a Dimension ÄRM called the Training Gate, which was inhabited by two highly intelligent, animal-eared maid Guardians who conversed and acted like perfectly normal humans. Dorothy herself owned Guardians like Toto the Raindog and the Crazy Quilt doll—creatures that, while not human, were fully capable of speaking and reasoning. And Babbo, of course, was so advanced it possessed a human soul and could act entirely on its own.
In Suyan's eyes, this presented a massive opportunity. Rather than relying on inexperienced Manipulation users like Takagi Saya and Kanzaki Aoi to painstakingly program lifeless NPCs for his future 'Paradise Project' (his own version of Greed Island), it made vastly more sense to study Caldia's Guardian ÄRM forging techniques. He could mass-produce intelligent Guardians to populate his world, filling it with vibrant, self-sustaining life and dynamic NPCs.
"Return, Brikkin!"
Having confirmed that his Nen could substitute for magic to activate and sustain Guardian ÄRMs, Suyan waved his hand. The massive golem collapsed back into the silver bracelet, which he pocketed securely.
Now, it was time to deal with Babbo.
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