"I made him anxious, which should be something I could have avoided. To a certain extent, I exaggerated some of my own interests to force me to give up thinking about my friend's feelings. I even put myself'

The pursuit of being needed takes precedence over the friend’s own interests.”

"So you are a human being. You are also a terrible bastard with a mind full of random thoughts, weird things, and always making stupid mistakes."

Roland sneered, his tone sounding a bit sharp:

"Anyone who thinks that they can never make mistakes, who criticizes themselves for instincts and unintentional mistakes that humans cannot control - what do they think of themselves, saints?"

Rousseau looked at him unhappily and seemed to want to refute, but was interrupted by Fabre who spoke first.

"I'm a little confused."

Fabre, who didn't understand what they were talking about, tilted his head and let go of the Lolita butterfly on his fingertips. His apple-colored eyes looked at his two friends with some confusion: "Why are you arguing?

Got up? Is it because of peek-a-boo?"

"But isn't that super cool? I play hide-and-seek with the little guys in the Wild Stone Garden every day. They are super interesting. Each one of them is a born hide-and-seek master!"

When the entomologist said this, he even made a fist with his right hand happily and patted the palm of his left hand vigorously:

"Wait, I understand. Roland Roland? Do you want me to play hide-and-seek with you next time at your house? Then I believe you will understand its charm!"

"...Fabre."

Roland was silent for a while, and then smiled. His expression was very kind, and his tone sounded very gentle: "I personally think that interrupting other people's conversations seems to be a very rude thing, what do you think?"

Suddenly sensing some crisis through his sixth sense, Fabre blinked blankly, hid behind Rousseau alertly, and began to accuse aggrievedly:

"Rousseau, Roland is going to kill the moth..."

Roland felt the corners of his mouth twitch.
Chapter completed!