". . . "
Donkey, does Kaela have a stomachache?"
"Stomachache? I don't know why?"
Stomachache, huh? Keep ignoring me. . .
"Do you know how to fight?"
So far I'm just surviving.
"I'm great at hunting demons. In the land where I came from, I killed one demon a day."
I don't know about that, Lyra. . .
"Really? Wow. Demons are complex to defeat, Lyra. You must be very strong."
"Or weak."
"I'm not weak."
"It's a lie. Don't listen, Kaela."
Lyra covered my mouth.
Ignore me some more. . .
"Ow, Kaela, why did you do that?"
Lyra waved her hands in pain.
"I only bit a little."
Heh heh heh.
"Now I'm going to die."
What did she mean by that?
"So only Lyra knows how to fight?"
Don't look at me.
"No one else?"
"Battles aren't my thing, but if you need that contact from the JOB girls, you can ask me."
Donkey wagged his tail happily.
"Donkey, I need one."
"Kaela, what are Dorian and Donkey talking about? JOB—what is that?"
Brick whispered.
I don't want trouble.
"Brick, you don't know what job is?"
Seraphine, you look like a conservative girl.
"No."
"I'll tell you what it is. Come closer. . ."
"What?"
". . ."
"Lie. That's not it."
What is Seraphine saying in Brick's ear?
"Got it, Brick?"
"I. . . I didn't know they liked that."
Brick was pale, eyes wide.
He walked toward Donkey.
"Brother."
He sighed. . .
"Brick, what did Seraphine explain? Brick. . ."
Something's wrong, but what?
I scratched my armpit. It reeks.
"Kaela, look at that. How beautiful."
What?
Damn, what is that?
"What do you all think of my new supreme form?"
All that buildup just to transform into this?
"Idiots, look closer."
Where are you going?
They really went?
"Wow, you look formidable."
Lyra squeezed the ogre's biceps.
"That green look is good for camouflage in the forest. You're really smart."
"Donkey, I agree too."
Dorian and Donkey are enchanted by the ogre's color.
"Brick, did his voice get deeper?"
Seraphine tried to imitate the ogre's voice.
"Yes. Looks like that's the diary's hidden power. Kaela, what do you think?"
Me?
"Excuse me, let me pass."
Why is the ogre coming toward me?
"Hey, get away from me. I didn't do anything."
Did he get mad because I didn't say anything?
I can feel the atmospheric pressure dropping in the ogre's presence. That red energy his body radiates is. . .
"Are your friends always like this?"
I'm frozen. I can't even look at the ogre's shadow.
"Today they. . . are more normal."
I dropped to my knees because I couldn't breathe.
"Those bastards are messing with me. I've killed plenty of humans and all of them trembled, but your friends aren't afraid."
"You think so? To me, they are."
All my friends were in the same situation as me once the ogre stepped away.
"That was close, Dorian."
I saw Donkey laughing out of the corner of his mouth.
Now I get it.
"Yeah. If we hadn't praised him at the start, we'd be like Kaela right now."
"You didn't praise me like them, so you'll be the first to die."
There's nothing to praise. . .
"You're the same as ever, damn it."
I looked at the traitors laughing at me.
"Am I not handsome?"
He's going to break me in half. . .
"Stop, everyone, no violence."
I didn't die?
"Dad, how did you find me?"
I turned to see who had arrived.
A man showed up who looks like Brick, but he's wearing black sunglasses, shorts, sandals, no shirt, and a blue cap that says: Tribe of Men. He's carrying a little speaker hanging off his shoulder.
"You're here. You didn't come to mess up my plans."
The ogre let me go.
"I was worried about you, my son."
Brick is this guy's son?
"When I woke up, you weren't in the tribe."
"Cimento, you came to help us."
"Oh yes, my friend, Donkey. Family is for that."
What kind of name is that?
"Ha ha ha."
I started laughing out loud.
"Did you hear his name?"
The ogre frowned at me.
I'd better slip away quietly.
"Are these your friends, my son?"
"Yes, Dad."
Why is Brick's father looking at me?
"Hey, Kaela's here."
I saw Seraphine waving at me. What does she want?
"Hey, Seraphine, why are you doing this?"
Cimento is coming. He's angry.
"Kaela, hide me. He can't see me."
What did Seraphine do?
"Is that girl behind you your friend?"
He took off his sunglasses. I could see the infernal desire.
"Yes, she's my friend."
"That girl."
Why is he trembling?
"That girl shaved off all my hair—and my friends' too."
He took off his cap.
It's true. Not a single hair left to comb.
"She took advantage of us being drunk and used a pocketknife. So I have to teach her a lesson."
Cimento ran his fingers over his head, shining like a billiard ball.
"I did it to ease your burden. You should thank me."
What do hair and burden have to do with anything?
"Seraphine, don't try to escape your punishment."
Seraphine ran away and went over to Lyra.
"Lyra, protect me, please."
"I can't. The only thing I want to do is destroy that demon."
Lyra, demon-maniac, was practically drooling.
"Cutie Donkey, you're going to protect me, right?"
Donkey frowned. . .
"If you say: 'Horse is the best arm-breaker,' I'll help you."
Silence. . .
"Donkey is the best arm-breaker."
"Bye."
"Hey, liar, I said—"
"You said Donkey. I'm not Donkey. I'm a horse."
Seraphine looked for Dorian, but he was lying beside Brick's mother, resting his head on her legs.
"Click-clack."
"It's no use running from me. I came all the way here to punish you."
This is. . .
"Rap?"