"... Hiss."
Herbert's expression was wooden, his mouth slightly twitching, as he looked down at the battered grass carp on the ground.
When he walked out of the alien race's prison, he hadn't gone far before he noticed a mess in the shadows not far away.
"This is the third time, isn't it?"
Honestly, he really didn't know what to say.
"Bro, are we so destined? I didn't go out of my way to find you, yet every time I manage to run into you?"
"Are you secretly in love with me?"
"This is definitely secret love..."
Seriously, you should be wary of people.
You don't care, but I'm embarrassed for you.
"You better be careful the Fish Lovers Association comes knocking... or wait, is he actually a member of the fish lovers group, loving it so intensely."
Herbert ridiculed in his heart for a while, looking at the grass carp, which had almost lost its fish shape, suddenly raising an eyebrow.
