It was a calm, even gentle call.
"Little Shu."
The wound just cut open by the sword, fresh red blood emerged from it, forming a slender structure capable of making sounds, like a neck stripped of flesh and skin.
"Sir." Nandu did not hear her own response, her mind was stagnant, so she mechanically replied again, "Sir."
"Mm. What do you think of this?"
"..."
Faced with the question, her mind began to turn again, an instinctive reverence and fear started to pour out, she parted her lips, "What, sir?"
"Why so sluggish today?" The flowing blood quivered a few times, chuckling lightly, "It's this. I mimicked the throat of a parrot, simpler than a human's. Do you think the sound is acceptable?"
"... I see." Nandu smiled, "Mind does not turn when busy... Nandu finds this quite interesting, better than the crow sir tried before."
