The world was so quiet it was frightening.
［Rest easy. I’ve no plans to do anything to you this instant.］
She spoke like someone looking down from a great height.
There was the easy confidence of one entitled to do so—and she had more than enough “rank” to back it.
［I was only curious. How could such a result have come from a finite little species like yours?］
[Trumpeter!]
[Hold your tongue before I tear you to pieces, Ocean. You should be grateful enough that I spare you the shame.]
KRAAAH!
“Holy—…”
Hwanghon let out a shaken groan.
The warning was not just words. The Trumpeter lifted a long arm and, in an instant, tore away half the Lion King’s mane.
[Noisy for a moment.]
Smiling, the Trumpeter of the Black Dark turned back to Jioh.
[My Death, and I as well, were curious. The only reason we did not swallow this paltry land the instant we arrived was because I wished to meet you first.]
[And as expected—no, beyond expectation…]
She lightly shrugged a shoulder and cupped her cheek with one hand,
drunk on rapture, murmuring her admiration.
[Delicious.]
‘…fuck.’
He had never in his life heard…