To Nini, the Untouchables' height was like the difference between humans and cats.
Nini now felt like someone surrounded by a pack of cats, not quite knowing where to put her feet—or her tail.
Afraid she might accidentally crush a few of them.
Strangely enough, these Untouchables seemed to have no sense of fear. Their eyes held no wariness whatsoever when they looked at Nini, only curiosity and delight.
The Banshees were already quite unconventional, but this race seemed even more so.
Yet they all kept their distance and did not come particularly close.
Nini maintained her smile while continuously reporting everything she saw and heard to Una through the Mind Link.
"This race is truly strange. It's not that they have very little wariness toward me—they have none at all."
"That's not right."
"How could a race with no wariness survive? Let alone one completely devoid of such an emotion. It's as if... they were deliberately conditioned into this state."
"Did you write all that down?"
Una, watching from the shadows in the distance, nodded. "I wrote it all down. Should I reveal myself?"
"No. Keep observing from the shadows. These Untouchables are too strange. We should make contact slowly first."
"Understood."
Nini followed Gragra onward, and before long they arrived at a larger cavern.
To be honest, Nini found the place somewhat familiar. In the early days at Castel, most Banshees had lived underground as well. They used Turn Stone to Mud to excavate beneath the earth, and lived in dwellings much like these.
Quite a few Untouchables had gathered inside the chamber. Most held sheets of paper covered in densely packed writing, while others held stone tablets or bark, each different from the next.
At the center of the chamber sat a thick book. Its pointed corners