Raul stared in terror at the pincers in War Axe's hand, which were bigger than his own head, and immediately felt a phantom pain.
'They're not really going to use those on me, are they?'
War Axe excitedly snapped the pincers, producing a sharp KLAK KLAK sound. He flashed a grin with his eight large, yellow teeth, his smile both friendly and cheerful.
"Alright, stop scaring him. If you frighten him to death, where are we going to find another good actor?" Zog spoke up, putting a stop to the farce.
Zog had found it strange the moment Mira opened her eyes. One could argue her lack of fear upon seeing a Dragon and a Beastman—such monstrous creatures—was due to inexperience, like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger. But her non-reaction to seeing Raul was simply unjustifiable.
To be sure, Zog asked Mira about every detail described in that news report. Without exception, all her answers passed the Truth-Telling Technique's test.
'She's six years old?'
