"...Hiss...through this...hiss?" The voice from 'Simon' carried the strange accent of a monster.
Tracy covered her mouth tightly with both hands, shaking her head desperately.
She dared not, nor did she want to believe, that this was her refined and gentle husband.
Hearing Ellie Miller's question, 'Simon' suddenly lifted his head, "My Majesty, did you hear her words?"
The expression 'My Majesty' frightened Wendy Ness and Leslie so much that cold sweat dripped down their backs.
"What...should I do?" The Drider excitedly lifted his head.
He lowered the blood-dripping long leg, like a fanatic devotee of a goddess, looking around.
The hand was placed behind the pointed ear, and the six little spider eyes on his forehead blinked in unison, as if searching for the whispers of the evil god drifting through the air.
Suddenly, his head locked in one direction and remained still.
"...Hmm!"
"Ah! So that's how it is!"
"As you command...my Queen!"
