"The bamboo clappers strike, spring has arrived, men and women, old and young, gather 'round here~"
"The weather today is truly nice, watch me perform the invincible Great Emperor's watch~"
"Great Emperor's watch~ praise the Great Emperor~ praise how brutally violent my Great Emperor is…"
This is a large city.
A metropolis where multiple races coexist.
Along with the rhythmic sound of clappers, a pig's head suddenly soars into the sky, "smack" lands on the ground, and "gu-lu, gu-lu" rolls to the feet of the storyteller.
"Smack."
The storyteller doesn't stop for a moment, kicking the pig's head away, ignoring the wailing escape of the numerous Holy Spirit Clan civilians behind him, and continues to sing to the crowd of more than a hundred listening to the clappers: "Slaughtering beings like slaughtering dogs, butchering Divine Spirits like butchering chickens~"
"Who would have thought~"