Sigh...
Ironback Centipede looked at the rabbit's silly, carefree expression and let out a sigh.
He finally understood where he had lost—no matter how high your emotional intelligence, it was no match for an innate talent for being adorable.
"Brother Centipede, didn't you always just call me 'rabbit' before? Why are you suddenly calling me 'Big Bro Rabbit' now?"
The rabbit tilted its head in confusion.
"Big Bro Rabbit!"
Ironback Centipede didn't explain—he simply shouted it again.
"Lil' Centipede, stick with Big Bro Rabbit and you'll starve nine meals a day. But don't worry—as long as I've got one bite of food, you'll have half of it!"
The rabbit struck a boss-like pose before happily hopping off to chase after Velen.
"This heartless rabbit…"
Ironback Centipede chuckled bitterly and quickly followed.
—
"Dear gods! Why are there so many people here?"
