Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190307035754/@comment-37523810-20190320040605

(I apologize for overlooking your posts, Kingly. I’ll be sure to double-check every time I’m about to post a reply.)

It was heavy, and it flopped around spastically, causing the boat to rock left and right and threatening to flip over.

Yara nodded anxiously, her panicking deceasing only a tad bit from the prince’s reassurance. “T-Thank you, sire...”

The priest scoffed. “Their worshipping of these false dieties only comes from the aftermath of the war between the Chief God and the Demon Lord. One can’t blame them for ever knowing, though they should know the truth now that it has been payed out for them. Yet they resist the truth so adamantly... it is a pity...”

“But why must bad things happen? Why can’t they let the good Mamono marry and the bad Mamono not marry?” Yuna shook her head in confusion.

Roran winced as he sat up a bit. “Whatever... fluid or material you... you can make as a certain Mamono... to take this pain away... I’ll take it...” He tried to remove his clothing, only to stifle a groan from shifting his injury.

The Oni stared at him for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “You’re hunting Mamono? In Zipangu? You can’t be serious!”

It’s called sake... Menagerie heard it speaking to her, the memory of their moment at his home was calling out to her. The memory of sake. His hospitality...