"Keke, ke."
I asked the giant centipede things I couldn't ask earlier because the conversation with the monkeys ended too quickly.
There was a complex drawing on the dirt ground in front of me.
Since doodling has been my hobby since my human days, it should be quite easy to recognize.
I drew a snake with a unique appearance.
This is not me, but a snake described in Deshnan's journal.
The small snake drawn next to it is me.
I alternately pointed at the small snake and the big snake.
And then alternately pointed at the centipede triplets and Mrs. Giant Centipede.
'This snake is my father. Have you seen him by any chance?'
"As if she'd understand."
And the giant centipede understood.
"She understood this!"
The centipede suddenly curled up her body. And somehow she seemed scared, clanking her poison claws.
She stared at me intently, then nodded.
She looked towards the east where the sun rises.
