<Nice work, my disciple!>
Narrator-san: Your praise is wasted on me, my master. I just did what I could, following your excellent footsteps.
<Oh, you. Well I guess I AM just that awesome.>
[There you go again, acting all haughty.]
<Shut up, you killjoy! No, seriously, how did you become such a Dad?>
[D-Dad?!]
<Dad. Right, Narrator-san?>
Narrator-san: Most certainly! But that isn’t necessarily a dreadful thing.
<Oi, which side are you on?>
[Okay, back to the story; Narrator-san, you did a good job.]
Narrator-san: Your praise is wasted on me–
<Is that the only reply to a compliment you have? Anyway, was that person truly Kaliyah?>
[It definitely was. An elevated vampire is practically on the level of an ancient beast.]
Narrator-san: I definitely got chills narrating it; Somewhat fearing she would become aware of my presence.
[Don’t worry about that – we can’t be sensed by the living.]
Narrator-san: That is true.