115 It's Black Under the Light

Hawk's figure was much brawnier than before. He was unable to sit in his usual chair and could only stand and chat.

Roland also stood with him.

However, it felt like a tall wall was standing in front of him. It made Roland feel oppressed. He looked at the muscular monster helplessly and sighed. "Do you really think this image of yours is very good?"

"Very good," Hawk replied in a booming voice. Then, he asked curiously, "Could it be that your style of aesthetics if one of young and androgynous beauty?"

Roland shook his head and said, "That's not the case. I'm a neutral. My ideal image is to appear thin with clothes on and muscular with clothes off."

"Tsk, you neutral guys are worse than those who like young, androgynous beauty. You're just fence-sitters," Hawk said angrily.