Like Father, Like Son (1)

Making potions without the help of goblins was a very cumbersome task.

It was the same even now that I could command monsters.

The absence of Nanaluk, who understood my words so well and acted with finesse, felt this empty.

Right now, Nanaluk would be conquering the goblin tribe in the great forest.

Valiantly, like Alexander the Great.

But I still hadn't heard that my title of Ouroboros had risen in rank.

Well, it's only natural since it hasn't even been a month since we parted.

Anyway, I used the fairly valuable potion generously on the gorilla.

"Kuoooong, family, wooong! My arm... was torn off...!"

The gorilla lady seemed more shocked by the fact that she was driven out of her group than by the pain in her arm.

Come to think of it, considering how she had said she would accept me as family and give me love, it's understandable that she would feel betrayed.

And I was feeling a bit guilty.