"I think that's just an expression, don't worry about it," Kidrith said while sniffing Joren to prove her point.
"I see…"
Joren immediately forgot the insult when Kidrith sniffed him. It was a strange feeling.
After the two 'escaped' Cerberus' grasp, the latter have cornered the lesser undead he thought was Joren.
"There's no escape for you now. Either you follow me into the palace, or I'll bring you there by my fangs!"
"Seriously, man, I'm not the one who you're looking for." the lesser undead pleaded, but Cerberus didn't believe the guy and turned into his original form, making the lesser undead's jaw and heart drop.
The intimidating three-headed dog looms over three meters high than the lesser undead. Saliva dripped from its three jaws, and intense growling could be heard.
The giant dog was about to pounce forward when-
Sniff sniff*
"..."
