Negris really admired Ange, amazed at how skillfully a dead skeleton could trick people: "Where did you learn that?"
Ange tilted his head: "Minotaur."
Negris suddenly slapped his waist... uh, no hands so he couldn't slap, he just stomped his foot:
"I remember now, just like when you coaxed people with the Cowman Aunt to collect rice. But when you craft her a body, remember to make one for me too. I still prefer my Giant Dragon Form, I even feel phantom limbs now, always thinking I have two hands."
The Monarch complained: "Are those what you call hands? Can't even reach to wipe your butt, it would be better to put a couple of long ones on a bird for you."
Negris gave him a side-eye and muttered under his breath: "I heard that the Divine Light Association caught a wild Mourning Skeleton with a Mercenary Group..."