"It's all because of you! You threw my diary somewhere and now I can't find it. That's my three years of research and observation on the Sheep Race! Without it, I'd have to rewrite a new one. Without something that can be passed down, a hundred years from now no one will know who Theo was!"
"Even if it gets passed down, it will only be considered the Demon Scripture."
"Besides, I really didn't ○ sheep! You've seen my observation diary and you know. I have a very good understanding of racial segregation."
"Well then, ○○○○○○○○○ seems very normal! I can't even tell what kind of interests you have anymore!"
Listening to Theo's complaints, Shami suddenly stopped.
With the Demon King's keen perception, he sensed a pair of eyes gazing in this direction, so he quietly looked over without arousing suspicion.
In the forest at the edge of the grassland, there was a shadow vaguely hidden in the darkness.
It seems Theo was telling the truth.
