As the sunlight shone radiantly at Austri's Plaza, Saito was groveling on the ground and trembling violently. Then, raising his face, he gazed at the work of art he had produced, and once again started to go mad from his excitement. "Hah, hah, hah..." His breathing became hot. The throbbing of his heart reached its climax many times and brought Saito's heart to utopia. Saito muttered quietly. "Shiver, my palpitation's beat." "Throb, my heart of homesickness." "Shiver more and more heatedly, bless my genius......" "The angel said. Said it here. I'm glad I'm alive......" "B-but, these clothes......"