Little Nai's Growth Diary

"I am a skeleton, a skeleton with frail bones." This thought turned over in the little skeleton's mind.

As for what a skeleton was, or what it meant to have frail bones, the little skeleton had no concept of either.

He had merely received that appraisal from a vampire beside him while following his master's will across the wasteland.

Master was master. His orders had to be obeyed without question, while vampires were fellows who carried a certain scent all over themselves.

They were allies and could not be harmed.

The little skeleton did not quite understand the concept of allies, but he knew what it meant not to harm them.

Among the things the little skeleton knew how to do, there were only a few. One was walking; another was pouncing and swinging his hands, or anything he held in them. That action was called harming.

Just as the vampire had said, the little skeleton's original owner had probably been a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old child. He was only about one and a half meters tall, his bones were not thick, and his yellowing skeleton looked exceptionally fragile, with several cracks visible to the naked eye.

"Gilde, how long have we been wandering around this damned wasteland?" Two more vampires, likewise called allies, were talking beside him. One of them had even hung the blood bag in his hand from the little skeleton's ribs, treating him as a walking rack.

"I don't know either. Damn it, who knew the Lich King would be directionally challenged?" Gilde spoke in a very low voice. In the little skeleton's scant memories, a Holy Light preacher who gave off an unpleasant aura had said the same thing not long ago. Now he rested peacefully inside an ice pillar.

"What is Gilde?" The blue soul