Lesser Orcs
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
From all aspects, it sounds like this one has experienced it himself.
Otherwise, how could he say it so matter-of-factly?
And he described it so sorrowfully, so empathically.
While the giant kobold was immersed in the tender memories of the past, Cardinal Monn reached out his hand and stroked the kobold's tail.
Then he saw the furs on the big fluffy tail that he had just stroked.
Instantly, they all stick up, made the tail look like a fairy stick.
It was absolutely adorable.
"You should have vomited blood. Most of the blood affected by the abyss should also have been vomited out. Why don't we discuss our matters?"
Monn was like the wolf who had abducted Little Red Riding Hood to pick flowers.
His two eyes stared at the kobold, whose tail was swaying habitually.
His eyeballs followed the direction the kobold's tail was wagging.
"Chi."