Scarface rolled its eye at the other and turned to leave.
If someone wanted to get close to a monster, that was their business...
It had nothing to do with it.
The scarred monster's single eye twitched.
The scar on it wriggled faintly like a centipede.
After all...
It had no habit of claiming kin the way humans did.
Who knew...
It couldn't be bothered with the other one.
Yet the other one came running toward it.
The scarred monster's face twitched violently.
It instinctively took off running.
A monster that had been tamed by humans...
Who knew what it was going to do?
Besides, it hated being around monsters that were close to humans.
The smell of their demonic aura mixed with the scent of humans...
It made it sick.
Monsters were monsters.
Humans were humans.
They were different by nature.
Why should they have anything to do with each other?
Besides, the relationship between monsters and humans... wasn't the sort where they could sit down and chat calmly.
At least... not in its eyes.
Scarface looked back.
The figure that had been hot on its heels was gone.
It slowly came to a stop.
Hmph~
It had finally lost that thing.
What a weirdo.
Why was it following it?
It had no interest in dealing with a monster that was close to humans.
It stank.
It sniffed.
Hm?
The scarred monster looked up.
Ah.
A fountain.
So that was why it could smell the damp air.
"Whoosh~"
This was an intermittent fountain.
It spouted water every few minutes.
The scarred monster stared at its blurry reflection in the puddle. Before long, cool water sprayed down.
It tilted its head up.
Then shook itself happily.
After giving itself a thorough