Obsidian Tribe, vermicelli making area.
Theron used an animal skin towel to wipe his face, helplessly looking at the Sub-Beast trotting over to hand him water to curry favor. A few good-natured teasing laughs sounded from nearby; his earlobes couldn't help but redden, but his facial expression remained incredibly stern.
Since it was just about time for a break, Theron tilted his head, signaling for Mie to follow him. Mie nervously clutched the cup of cool water in his hand, his small feet quickening his pace to run after Theron. Hearing the Sub-Beast's breathing become slightly heavy behind him, Theron slowed his pace to let him catch up.
Arriving at an empty corner, Theron stopped, lowering his head to look at the hair whorl on Mie's head.
