Reincarnation Monarch

"Oh, I see it. It's their village you see."

To Elle's words, Gaius looked far ahead.

Then, in their place of destination, they saw the rings surrounding them, surrounded by several buildings with wooden fences.

"Wow... lots of lights..."

As Gaius put it, there was a burning fire everywhere, and the whole village floated to orange as if dyed in the sunset.

"Mm-hmm. Naga can fly words pretty far. By the time we got to the basement, we had already contacted you."

Then the Polokur tribe on top of Naga's head shook his neck so hard and vertically that he thought maybe it would make a sound.

"... and this kid isn't headbanking..."

"What's that?

"No, it's nothing. This one story... more than that, which usually means the lights aren't on after all? So how do the Polochles look at things?

"What are you saying? Take a look at her! This kid's eyes are degenerating."

Gaius gazed and looked at the Polokur tribe in front of him.

Then a small, round black dot that looked like two eyes around the center of a bright white face was a pattern of hair, not eyes.

"Isn't that the eye... this..."

"Mm-hmm. Everyone living in this underground is. Instead of being blind, they can be sensitive to signs around them. I'm not sure how it works. But they do know exactly where the surrounding objects and rocks are. So you can live without problems even if you're blind. So naturally, you don't usually turn on lights. They only light guests from outside the world like ours when they show up."

Then, as earlier, the Polochle had once again shaken their heads vertically.

"The Polochles know the language, don't they?

"Um, I know. But let me tell you something, Naga knows what to say. It's just that Naga can't communicate well with you because she doesn't have a good mouth. But Polochle has a good mouth. Even you can communicate. Talk to me."

Seeing it, the Polochle people were shaking their heads vertically, unchanged.

"Uh, I'm named Gaius, what's your name?

Polochle then stopped shaking his head perfectly and stood up his rabbit-like ears perfectly.

"……… Kerlo………"

"Kellogg...... uh ~ how old are you?

Kerlo then tilted his neck to the side, showing a bare gesture of thinking about something.

"... Was the word nasty? Oh, yeah..."

Then Kerlo whispered something.

But Gaius didn't hear well, so he hurried back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you very well. Would you say that again?

Kerlo then nodded loudly and uttered his words again.

"... two hundred and thirty-five years old..."

Gaius opened his mouth gently, his eyes wide open, and stared at Kerlo.