Blond-Tanned Punk

“I’ve told you how many times? Blond, tanned delinquents aren’t allowed in my restaurant―!!”

He shouted that at the man who’d been sent flying out of the shop.

Watching the Minotaur snort with indignation,

“Blond, tanned delinquent…?”

“What could that mean?”

Huey flinched and trembled at the familiar term.

Luciella tilted her head at a word she’d never heard before.

“Hey, let’s stay there tonight.”

Ren spoke up, looking intrigued.

Perhaps the existence of a talking monster had caught Ren’s interest...