Chapitre 42: Tribal Advantage

'No, Whisky. Those are clapping sounds.'

MEOW!

"Ohh... Well, I think we should head to the cafeteria first."

'No, we are being led to the Vice Chancellor's office right now. I believe you can see for yourself.'

Whisky was only trying to be certain as he asked some questions from the Vanquishing Space. It wasn't as if he couldn't see the outside world through the Vanquishing Space, this time, he was actually having some rest in his home, minding not to open his eyes as he was utterly exhausted.

'After seeing the Vice Chancellor, we would surely visit the cafeteria to have some meat.'

MEOW!

"Ask them if they have some Buffalo meat... I mean raw ones. Just like the one we ate in Sagemount."

'Tsk... You can't see that here. Just shut up.'