"When did those two get so close?"
I asked the question while still watching them, and beside , Zarah turned her attention in the sa direction, her eyes following the interaction between Narg and Zivra.
"I do not know," she replied after a mont, still observing them. "But I have seen them talking like that a couple of tis already."
"Really?" I asked, unable to completely hide my surprise.
That honestly caught off guard more than it probably should have.
I never imagined Narg as the type to grow close to soone so naturally, especially not in that way. He was always serious, always focused on clan matters, training, preparations, strategy... everything with him usually revolved around responsibility or survival.
Romance—or even companionship—felt strangely out of place when attached to soone like him.
And yet, watching him now, the conversation between the two of them didn’t look forced or awkward. Narg wasn’t giving orders, nor did he have that usual guarded edge in his voice or posture. If anything, he looked... relaxed.
It was subtle, but noticeable enough.
"Is there a problem with the two of them becoming partners?" Zarah asked, finally shifting her gaze toward .
I shook my head lightly.
"No, there isn’t," I replied. "I’m just surprised, that’s all."
I looked toward the two of them again, quietly watching the way they interacted.
The occasional lingering glances. The subtle touches lasted a little longer than necessary.
It wasn’t anything dramatic either, which sohow made it feel more genuine. Small things. Comfortable things. The kind of behavior people slip into naturally without even noticing.
Narg brushed her cheek with his finger.
Yeah...I don’t care what anyone says.
Those two were definitely more than just friends.
And it was, surprisingly, a nice sight.
Seeing Narg smile that much felt strange in a way I couldn’t properly explain. He was usually so composed and serious that monts like this almost didn’t seem to fit him. But at the sa ti, it made him feel... normal.
Less like soone constantly carrying the weight of the clan on his shoulders.
As though sensing my gaze, Narg suddenly turned in my direction.
I imdiately looked away.
The last thing I wanted was for him to misunderstand what I was thinking.
Narg was the type to overthink things when it ca to duty, and if he sohow ca to the conclusion that I disapproved of the relationship, there was a genuine chance he would distance himself from Zivra because of it.
So it was better to act like I hadn’t noticed anything at all.
"I’m surprised you find this interesting to watch," Zarah said, clearly noticing my reaction.
"Yeah, I do," I admitted with a small shrug. "I was human once, you know, so stuff like this is entertaining to ."
"Human?" Zarah repeated, finally turning fully toward now.
I nodded.
"Yes. That’s right."
The mont the words left my mouth, I realized what I had just said.
I turned toward Zarah almost imdiately, watching for her reaction.
I had never used that term around her before, and as far as I knew, neither she nor most goblins had ever actually seen a human. To them, the word should’ve sounded foreign—sothing distant and unfamiliar.
But contrary to what I expected, Zarah didn’t react with confusion or shock.
"Human?... Isn’t that what Chosen used to be before they died and appeared here?"
I blinked once, then raised a brow slightly.
So she already knew.
That explained why she hadn’t looked surprised.
"Yes," I answered. "That’s exactly what it ans. How did you know that?"
"Granny Flogga told ," Zarah replied casually.
Right. That made sense.
Flogga had once been human too before ending up here, so naturally, she would know things the others didn’t.
For a brief mont, the conversation settled into silence before Zarah suddenly spoke again.
"Is being human better than being a goblin?"
The question ca so unexpectedly that I froze for a second.
Not because it was difficult to answer.
But because I did not expect her to ask such a question.
"Well..." I raised a finger slightly. "That’s actually a pretty good question."
But before I could properly answer it, Zarah spoke again.
"Is your life better here as a goblin than your life before as a human?"
I blinked, caught off guard by how direct the question was.
A small breath escaped as I stared at her for a second, genuinely surprised by the depth behind it.
I thought about it for a mont.
About Earth.
About the hospital room.
The endless white walls. The silence. The feeling of existing without really living.
Days blurred together back then.
Sotis I would wake up and genuinely forget what day it was because nothing ever changed. The sa room. The sa ceiling. The sa quiet loneliness sitting in the corner like it belonged there.
Then I thought about this place.
About the chaos, the danger, the absurdity of it all.
And sohow...the answer still ca easily.
"Yes," I finally said. "I think my life here with you and everyone else is far better than the life I had as a human."
Zarah’s expression brightened almost imdiately after hearing that, a pleased grin spreading across her face before she leaned gently against my shoulder.
I smiled faintly to myself and rested my head lightly against hers in return, the warmth and closeness strangely calming amidst everything else going on around us.
Back on Earth, I had been alone for most of my life. Even near the end, I was stuck in a hospital room with no one beside , no one to rely on, and no real reason to keep fighting beyond simple survival.
But here...I had people...goblins beside .
Goblins I cared about.
Goblins who cared about .
I had sothing worth protecting now, sothing that gave aning to everything I was doing.
So despite all the danger, despite becoming a goblin of all things...
I genuinely believed this life was better.
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