"Niggaa, are you serious right now?!" he suddenly shouted loudly.
The sudden outburst startled even Rathlos slightly, causing the wyvern to instinctively pause before calmly adjusting the monocle resting over his eye. He stared at Ethan with a strange expression, his brows slowly knitting together in confusion.
"What do you mean by Niggaa?" Rathlos asked with a frown while tilting his head slightly.
Ethan instantly stiffened.
His entire body froze for a brief second.
"Ahem... nothing," he replied quickly while coughing awkwardly into his fist.
"Just random mumbling of incoherent words that I shrieked out of nowhere."
Rathlos continued looking at him with an unconvinced expression for another moment, clearly not believing that explanation in the slightest, but in the end he decided not to pursue the matter any further.
Instead, he slowly folded his arms across his chest and shifted his attention back toward Ethan.
"So what is written in it?" he asked.
