The moment he saw a whole group of Tirs filing neatly into the venue, Gawain knew that this deep-sea salted fish had once again pulled something outrageous—but he truly had not expected her to pull off something this spectacular at the Tarash Conference. He stood there dumbfounded, with only one thought left in his mind: As expected of a species with 300% possibilities...
As he was marveling inwardly, he suddenly heard Rebecca mutter beside him, "So that's what she meant that day when she said other countries had sent a whole bunch of people..."
Gawain: "Huh?"
"Didn't I receive her when she arrived?" Rebecca hurriedly explained. "At the time, we saw delegations from other countries walking across the deck in groups, and Miss Tir remarked that they had so many people, while the Sea Monster Kingdom had sent only her as an ambassador. I even told her she could ask me for help if she ran into any trouble..."
"...And then she assembled a team all by herself? Just to look more impressive?" The corner of Gawain's eye twitched as he watched Tir take her seat. Behind her, six unmistakable split-off Tirs had formed a semicircle around her like shadow clones. Every one of them was expressionless and vacant-eyed, like salted fish that had washed ashore. They looked so unnerving that they resembled a corpse-driver's procession. "By the way, sea monsters can actually do that...?"
"They can. Last time, I even saw Miss Tir climbing a construction crane. She slipped and fell onto a steel mesh, and then seventy or eighty palm-sized Miss Tirs leaked out from underneath," Rebecca casually recounted this horrifying anecdote Gawain had never heard before. "But those little Tirs all looked kind of dazed and stupid..."
Gawain: "..."
How could something so horrifying become so comical