บท 91: Chapter 17 - Part 2

When he stood that close to you, it did not matter how tall Ermos was, for he appeared larger than the Stone Tree, a god amongst men. His aura was enough to suffocate. He did not need to loudly proclaim his strength, for his strength proclaimed itself.

The man couldn't help himself. His mustachio quivered. The tightness of his face fell. His eyebrows arched and twisted as though he was about to cry. His bottom lip quivered. And then, he stepped out of the way, almost tripping as he did so.

Ermos waltzed passed, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. And indeed, by his eyes, there really was nothing. He truly had just needed the toilet. He didn't care about their squabbling. When he was hungry, he ate. When he was tired, he slept. That was the sort of simple man Ermos was.