“You. Are. A. Bloody. Moron!” I huff out with what breath I have left as I try my hardest to race through the tangled vines and mud while dragging along an unconscious Prince of Glomas. The boy said he was some sort of Prince of Thieves from the neighboring kingdom of Nem, but I’m having quite the hard time believing that seeing that his moronic antics just disturbed a nest of sleeping Vizzen. The most deadly type of pixie you could ever come across here in Terra.

To think, I was just enjoying a quiet walk here in Meloda forest collecting more data for Father and Mother to put in the Scroll Vault when suddenly a series of shrieks akin to a frightened Berry Deer break my peace.

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