"AAAAAH~"
A clear, loud cry rang out.
Leech's eyebrows shot up instinctively.
"That's enough!" Leech hurriedly cut off the tall, loud son of the Minstrel.
He strongly suspected this guy hadn't inherited a single one of his father's Minstrel genes.
It was awful!
He was not singing material.
His voice was certainly powerful—the sound made Leech's ears ring slightly.
But that wasn't singing. That was howling.
"You... can stay." Leech thought for a moment before finally sighing. "But we'll have to change your job. Singing is definitely out of the question."
A singing voice like that could be lethal. Fortunately, all Leech really needed was a good set of lungs. This was the result of lowering his standards again, and again, and again.
He had originally planned to add a touch of elegance.
After all, this was an Otherworld. Singing and dancing around a bonfire, a happy life full of innocence—that was what fit his stereotype.
