🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Well, if Zibab lied about anything, it was only that he's a complete loser. You can still shake his hand.
-- I don't understand anything, -- sighed Ushumgallu. -- If this "flower girl" can somehow elevate someone to the throne, then why were green recruits sent on this mission? How could they have believed this serpent's offspring? Wasn't there a backup plan, a support group? Ugh. I've even stopped being angry at Ginzu. He's still a sellout for the new regime, but if some moss-covered nobody tricked me like that, I would have gone crazy too. Okay. Worrying is bad, and I need to recover quickly.
Out of the corner of his eye and ear, Ushumgallu notices Sheila's sly whispers. Let them think what they want. And his tsundere-style behavior towards Felicia probably gave them some misleading impressions, which is probably for the best. For now, he's not ready to reveal the details of his biography, although...
-- Basically, we're guests of the king. Baths, massages, all that, but I suspect they won't be serving lion kebabs for dinner. I don't see any familiar faces, but there's still a lot of hustle and bustle, after all, a war is going on.