*** Loptr ***
This... is a complete mess.
A really, out of hand, disaster.
I cannot even think straight. Not with the galloping feet of the rainbow deers on one side, the heavy rolling wheels on hard ground on the other, and goddamned unconscious woman in front of me!!
For f*ck sake, what level of misfortune is this?!
"Hey, Frieda. Earth to Frieda. Wake up. Hey. Frie~da... Tch." Useless bag of luggage, I couldn't help but cuss out.
Maybe I should have left her behind?
No no no, Loptr. No.
She is the high pope of that bastard god of death. You need her to win his favor. You need her to manipulate the church of death.
Yes, I need her.
"...Your highn–"
"Not now, Hyro. Shut up. I'm not in my right mental state." I quickly shut little Hyro, whose face was painted with worry, due to my annoyance.
I mean, hey, cant you see I'm pissed off?
"..."
