After Kevin left, Grape popped his head out of the closet where he'd been hiding. One has to say, as an explorer, his survival instinct to hide at the first sign of trouble was a big help.
"This is the first time I've seen an Andrey who maintains normal social interaction."
Lyle tapped his head, a subconscious action. Ever since his head had become like this, he'd developed the habit of gently touching his cranium while thinking.
"It is indeed hard to imagine those individuals engaging in normal communication with people, but, Mr. Gentleman probably maintains normal diplomacy as well."
"No, Plague Doctor, the name Andrey has become almost synonymous with hermit. Keeping up a disguise and contacting humans is certainly a thankless task."
"I don't have a choice, after all, my position cannot be abandoned yet."
"You still have work in human society, Plague Doctor?"
"Yes, the work of a sheriff, a keeper of social order."
"Is this the first step to your secret rule over humanity?"
