"The overall number of giant species is truly terrifying."
"Every single giant species is incredibly powerful. Even back then, they would have been quite troublesome enemies."
After clearing out another group of giants in an area where they could not travel using the Olerus Snowboard, Fujimaru Ritsuka said this.
"Mr. Norla, are you still all right?"
Standing beside Norla, Fujimaru Ritsuka sounded somewhat concerned.
"Mm, I don't know either?"
Norla scratched his head.
"To be honest, I don't feel that urge to turn into a monster right now, but..."
"I just feel like something... somewhere... isn't quite right."
He looked at his left hand.
His left hand was no longer a child's slender arm, but—a monster's claw.
It had merely been scaled down proportionally.
"Still, even without the urge, I do feel weak."
"Looks like Big Sis da Vinci was right. My body still can't adapt to the environment here. I can only sustain low-intensity combat for a while. If I run into someone like that guy called Sigurd again, I think..."
Norla did not finish his sentence, but both Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash understood what he meant.
"It seems we should avoid letting Mr. Norla participate in battle as much as possible."
Fujimaru Ritsuka said seriously.
If Norla truly fell into that previous state again, it would undoubtedly be disastrous news for the two of them.
"Sigurd... Thinking about it, it really is unbelievable."
Mash sighed.
"Though I never encountered the hero named Siegfried, according to everyone's descriptions in the Orleans Singularity, he was undoubtedly a great and radiant warrior."
"Why would Sigurd, a great hero who shared the same origin as Siegfried, be like this?"
Evil, sinister, surrounded by an aura that felt like a curse—
Even though they had never spent time with Sigurd, they could still