"Sir, did you like my gift?"
The voice that asked Ian was intermittent, as if spoken with difficulty, but was clear enough to understand.
"Hmm?"
Ian, who was about to order everyone to return the way they came, stopped suddenly, looking to the side where the sound came from.
"Damn, you fatso is hiding here?"
However, before Ian could see clearly, Ignysyl cried out in surprise.
"But... why the heck are you disguising yourself as a human now? Didn't you say you wouldn't leave that place under any circumstances?"
The little dragon asked, gawking at the human-like figure standing before it, draped in a dark robe.
Only now did Ian realize that the voice he'd heard had come from this very figure. It appeared human, or at least something that closely resembled one.
Because looking closely, it was actually composed of countless writhing Nyxroot Larvae, all squirming together in grotesque harmony.
Still, it looked exactly like a human—Ian couldn't deny it.
"Eww... disgusting!"
