Groooar!!
The moment I entered the portal, a foul beast stench stabbed my nose. At the tremendous stench, I had no choice but to immediately cover my nose and pointed at my subordinates' mouths as they followed.
"Cover your noses right... huh?"
"What's wrong?"
Lune looked puzzled, and Gremory giggled mocking me.
"Don't you smell something weird?"
"A smell?"
"There is a smell, but you seem to feel it more sensitively."
Lune doesn't feel it but only Gremory and I do?
"Seeing that elves don't feel it, that's probably right. Hey, don't step there. It's territory-marked."
"Territory-marked means... ugh."
Lune realized Gremory's meaning and immediately climbed onto my shoulders. Lions territory-marking meant they'd basically pissed something, and the ground was wet enough to not want to step on.
"Really disgusting."
"There seems to be a path for about one person to walk?"
"Then Gremory, you come here too. Not good to dirty your feet."
