"Termas...! We need to go!"
Kopia gritted her teeth with a screeching sound and grabbed Zombie's right arm again, trying to pull him away.
"..."
But the blue undead was just standing there, glaring at the old gentleman, smiling creepily – which thankfully wasn't noticeable because of the hood and the veil covering his face.
"...I see, so your name is Termas... I don't really recall someone with such a name – are you someone from the younger generation?"
Carambola twitched, and asked, furrowing his brows, clearly trying to recognize or at least guess the possible identity of the disguised blue undead.
All in all, it looked like he was convinced that he must know him – or at least should know him, since he was recognized and called out by name.
"Hey... If you are here that means that Fillia is in the city too, right?"
But instead of the expected reaction, Zombie merely tilted his head and asked in a rather disturbing manner.
