Edna turned to glance at Old School Striking King, who paid no attention and kept her head down as she contacted the Demon Cult, and Cunlü, who occasionally wandered over to Toril, saw no sign of a fight starting, then went back to shopping on her own side.
She had never really paid much attention to Perfect Baldhead, who was thoroughly kept in line by her friends.
But she should have understood long ago: a bald man pretending to be a little girl, whom even someone like Sanda King occasionally called "big brother," was definitely no good... no easy mark.
Sure enough, someone who dared to dress as a little girl all the time while wheedling in a male voice was absolutely not to be underestimated.
Honestly. Edna tilted her head, then could not resist digging at her ears again, trying to pour those dreadful exchanges out of her mind.
She really could not do what Nasr did, practically plastering himself against the window, listening attentively with admiration in his eyes... all he lacked was a notebook to record both sides' finest lines word for word.
How did Perfect Baldhead manage to sound so... vicious without saying a single thing that would make Old School Striking King cover Edna's ears?
Umberlee, on the other hand, was rather dull. That crude, filthy language was certainly disgusting... but that was all. It was just an encyclopedia of Torilian profanity, leaving nothing to the imagination, nowhere near as inventive as the Undead.
Ever since she had begun approaching adulthood, Old School Striking King had relaxed considerably. She no longer kept Edna from hearing or seeing everything as she once had.
Now Sanda King only insisted that their own people must never break the rules... but she could let Edna broaden her horizons through