A Clueless Fellow

Raven sat on the chair and relaxed. Surprisingly, it was even more comfortable than her own bed.

It was as if the wood was made from entirely different materials.

Everything in Northern's room reeked of luxury.

She almost felt jealous.

Northern spent a few moments gathering his thoughts while Raven waited on the wooden, comfortable chair.

After a few minutes passed, Raven mumbled,

"So…?"

Northern leaned against the wall and folded his arms.

"Something is strange about this place. I don't quite know how to put it. The entire civilization of these monsters revolves around Ulzred."

Raven raised a brow.

"And what exactly is strange about that? He's their king."

"Exactly, Raven. It's not that I don't understand, but these things feel extreme sometimes. He's a king, not a superstar."

Raven cocked her head a little.

"What's a superstar?"

Shocked, Northern squinted his eyes in suspicion.