The fool who tried to abandon Mirif and me first was crushed under the Goblin King's foot, leaving only the two of us.
â¦No, actually, given the situation, a low-ranking priestess wouldnât be much help, so it was practically just me.
âSeriously, is he an idiot? Even when given a chance to live, he insists on dying like that?â
If heâd been up against a Goblin Lord or a Goblin General, his little trick might have worked. Those types usually prioritize capturing females over killing males.
But the Goblin King doesnât distinguish between human males and females. After all, goblins seek females for breeding, but with the size difference between humans and the Goblin King, itâs not possible.
â¦Itâs understandable why he wouldnât know that. Low-ranking adventurers often mistake a Goblin Lord for a Goblin King.
âB-Brotherâ¦?â
ââ¦â¦â
Now that heâs dead, heâs regained his manners, but I bet his ears are already smashed into a pulp under that foot.
The Goblin King, having lost his underlings, advanced toward Mirif and me. I could feel her clinging to the hem of my clothes, standing right behind me.
-Thud, thud, thud!
âGyaaah!!â@@novelbin@@
âOh, Goddess, please grant Sister Lily eternal peace and restâ¦â