"I see, so that happened..."
Shanks nodded glancing at the still unconscious Corvus.
"By the way, is his health the reason why you didn't go straight to the avatar of wrath?"
He added pointing at the white-haired young man, who lost his glasses somewhere along the way to the city.
"Ha? No, why would you even ask that? It's literally has been over three months in the wilderness, killing monsters and eating monsters. No matter how good Zombie's cooking is, I wanted something normal."
Cranberry shrugged her shoulders and explained offhandedly.
"Oh. True."
The rat-faced man flinched and nodded after hearing such a normal response.
"Wait, you are able to cook?!"
Rotte flinched and stared at Zombie in disbelief.
"Always has been."
The blue undead smirked and pointed a finger gun at the warrior...
"...?"
But sadly there was no one there who could understand the reference.
