"Zenallasania (Motherfucker!) It's only been a few days without rain, and now suddenly it's snowing! Those sunflowers on my balcony are definitely not going to survive."
"It's all because of that Crimson Calamity! She's practically an apocalyptic Evil Dragon. How come there are no Elven Dragon Slayer organizations to slay that Evil Dragon?"
"Quick, go request Attilicia, the resident Priest of the Hall of Justice, to come cast a spell and grant us poor Elves a few more sunny days."
David had barely brought a few subordinates to dock the ship and go ashore when he overheard some High Elves seemingly cursing someone's mother.
He cocked his silver-and-red-tipped ear webs and listened closely. Oh, it turned out they were greeting him! Well then, no worries. He was even a bit amused.
