"Since when do people die of... whatever you just said?"
[Monotony.]
"Yeah, that."
[People do. If I say so.]
Ace didn't bother responding.
Arguing with a newborn, hot-headed Qiong Qi felt like a waste of brain cells.
He shifted his attention elsewhere, surely there were more worthwhile things to focus on.
[Human! One day, I'll eat you! You disrespectful being!]
The beast growled, but its rant was cut short as its gaze drifted to Rei and more specifically, the basket she was carrying.
A basket full of golden spirit mangoes!
[Human… get me that basket and I will forgive you.]
Ace followed the beast's line of sight and saw Rei hovering not far off.
He raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you go get it yourself?"
Qiong Qi flinched, clearly troubled.
[No. My ancestors made a pact with the fairy creatures, we're not to interact with them directly. In return, they tend to our spirit farm.]
Ace blinked, confusion creeping into his features. A sacred pact over mangoes?
