"Can I at least get down now?" Nimuk asked, clearly tired of being held up by the golems.
When the golems finally lowered him to the ground, a sudden gust of wind blew in—riding on it came another unexpected arrival. But this time, it was someone familiar.
"Octo, you look… terrible," Marian said, eyeing him. He looked like a man who'd worked ten years straight in a mine with no food or rest.
"Don't mention it," Octo muttered, brushing past the comment with no intention of explaining.
Then, spotting the beautiful woman sitting beside Auran and Marian, Octo raised an eyebrow.
"And who's this lovely lady?"
"Well… that seems to be Nimuk," Marian replied awkwardly.
"Get this off first," she added, clearly irritated, as she tugged off the woman clothes Nimuk was wearing. In one swift motion, the disguise came off—exposing his naked body.
"…"
"Put some pants on," Auran said, turning his head away, having seen more than he wanted.
