He appeared before King Rydes and he was like that.
King Rydes is three heads taller than an orc that's even bigger.
Orcs usually wear clubs, but King Rydes carries a greatsword on his back.
"What? Stop?
Little Beramus doesn't seem to see him. King Rydes looks to see where the voices are coming from. Then he looks down.
'Oh? What the hell is this little guy's voice? He made that sound before?
I will find a vellum.
Isn't it a ningen?
One of the orcs behind him looked at Bellamus and said so.
King Rydes was being followed by many orcs.
"Ningen? Sure, carrots are tiny, but they've never been this tiny. This is none of my business. Hey, Ningen! We don't have time for you right now. Get your asses in gear or you're going to get your ass kicked.
King Rydes seemed to have a real soft spot in his heart for Bellamus.
It was only natural, since there was so much disparity in size .
"You're going to the goblin village, aren't you?
'What? How the hell do you know that?
I'm warning you not to do that. If you go back now, you'll be spared a lot of pain.
Vellums is like that.
He thought it was barbaric to just go into battle without talking or warning.
So I didn't think he'd listen, but I warned him anyway.
"Ha ha ha, hurt? You look like a little moth. What are you doing?