Thinking of this, Kael glanced at the silent Big Scythe Weasel in the corner. It wore an innocent expression, subconsciously taking half a step back under his questioning gaze.
There was really no way around it; the expressionless look on the master's face always reminded it of a painful scene from a month ago.
Honestly, the coast frequently battered by storms feels like home to the scythe weasel tribe, so was it really wrong to want to build a nest on the flying object (Floating City) that appeared in the sky above the sea?
It furtively glanced at Aister, discovering that Aister's gaze was fixed solely on Kael, completely ignoring it. Slightly comforted, it involuntarily recalled the scene where 2A, wielding sword and cannon, charged out from the Floating City that day. It could be summed up as—
On the first day, feeble bipeds landed on the outer beach.
On the second day, terrifying man-eating upright apes advanced towards the scythe weasel's great nest.
