"How was it in there?"
"...A little humid. And… it smelled a bit."
"Sorry about that," Tavros said as I hopped out of his mouth and landed on his palm.
I shook myself like a dog drying themselves off after playing in a pool of water. Except it wasn't water. It was saliva that came from the head of a bull.
I looked up at him. "How often do they come?"
"...Depends. Sometimes it's multiple times a year. Sometimes, once every few years. It depends on how long it takes them to develop the new thing they want to test out on me."
"...I see. By the way, I'm curious, how come they weren't able to find your bookshelf?" I asked.
He smiled. "Even if I'm trapped in this room, it doesn't mean I'm powerless. It's nothing but a simple spell. So simple that it's easy to overlook."
My questions didn't stop. I had a lot of things on my mind that developed as I was hidden inside his mouth. "How does one tolerate that level of disrespect? The way they treated you was…"
