"Sigh... Little bro, don't feel so bad. She's definitely pretty and cute, but she's also definitely not your average girl... By the way, aren't there plenty of other nice girls in your life? Why'd you have to pick this one? It's fine, it's fine. Later, your big bro will introduce you to someone even cuter."
The Grand Judge put an arm around Lloyd's shoulder, comforting him a bit clumsily.
"It's not... I just..."
Lloyd, still looking utterly dejected, trailed off, then suddenly changed the subject.
"Who is she, exactly?"
The Grand Judge, however, raised a finger and wagged it in front of his helmet's visor, explaining:
"To be honest, I'm not too sure myself. I even find it incredible. Why don't you ask her?"
As he spoke, he pointed at Lloyd's pocket.
The Saint Statue lay inside.
Lloyd could only manage a helpless, bitter smile.
"Or... you could ask that guy?"
The Grand Judge lowered his voice again and discreetly pointed at the antique shop's clerk.
