"Costate..."
"I think I quite like animals like the moose?"
Sitting steadily on the back of the moose, Ronald spoke cheerfully of his fondness for this ride, reaching out to pat the moose's head in front of him.
Slurp—
This intelligent animal seemed to sense Ronald's friendliness, sticking out its tongue to lick his fingers just right.
In reality.
This was already the sixth day since the expedition team had left Waterfall City.
And they had thoroughly left the radiation range of the civilized world.
Looking around now, even if they gazed to the horizon, it was difficult to see any signs of human activity, only the vast land and the cold wind accompanying them.
"Sir, are you planning to keep such a moose as a pet?"
"Frankly, the weather in Kurpis is not suitable for this animal's long-term survival. If you insist—then we need to bring in a professional Caster to permanently alter Kurpis' natural environment to achieve your pet-keeping goal."
For Ronald's sentiment.
