This obsequious phrasing, this ingratiating tone, these humble words...is this really the Serpent of Misfortune? Or a silver coin peddler?
Negris was dumbfounded and couldn't help but ask, "Are you really the Serpent of Misfortune?"
"Oh my, too polite, too polite! Serpent of Misfortune is such a harsh title, just call me Little Snake. And you must be Lord Nage, right? Your name is as thunderous in its renown," said a second snake head that had split from the shadow biting Tyranus, speaking with lively expressions.
Seeing its expressions, Negris felt a surge of familiarity as if he had seen these sly looks somewhere before.
But he couldn't recall where he had seen them, so he had no choice but to set it aside for the moment, and he asked in confusion, "Little Snake... Ahem, Serpent of Misfortune, what's going on here?"