Theron hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he didn't voice the question troubling him.
After all, they weren't officially teammates yet, and prying into someone's strength was a major taboo.
But simply waiting around was boring.
So the two of them headed toward the entrance hall.
They figured they could kill some time there while waiting for Alya.
The entrance hall offered free fruit drinks and mixed dried fruit. Most Spellcasters didn't care about such trifles, but Gauss didn't mind giving them a try.
The two of them found an empty table and sat down.
Gauss brought over a large plate of dried fruit and two drinks.
As he passed Theron, he couldn't help being drawn to the other man's posture.
His thick snake tail slipped nimbly through the gap beneath the chair's armrest and coiled on the floor like a sturdy spring-loaded base, supporting his upper body.
He certainly looked used to sitting like that.
Gauss recalled something he'd read in a book: if they had lived a thousand years earlier, when humans and the other non-pure-blooded races were still enemies, the two of them sitting together so peacefully and chatting would have been unthinkable.
Even today, some primitive demihuman tribes still didn't welcome ordinary humans, and a very small number would even drive out or hunt down humans who entered their territory.
The reconciliation between humans and the other intelligent life forms had only begun a thousand years ago, after the demons started growing increasingly rampant. Under pressure from the demons and the monsters they commanded, the various races of intelligent life had been forced to unite and set aside their differences. That was how the prosperous society of many races coexisting had come to be.
"Theron, where's your hometown?" Gauss asked curiously.
Though they hadn't