He then moves the paw that you have rubbed, as he examined it with a close look and some humming.
When he is done doing so, he is actually smiling, being pleased about your performance.
“Not bad. Not bad at all, my little foot slave.” The Giant Lucario complimented your efforts.”I might actually find some value in keeping you alive. Even like you in time, and loosen that leash of yours, metaphorically and literally.”
Although his words were genuine, you felt a chill crawl down his spine, hearing the latter sentence.
How many slaves has tried to worship this giant canine, and failed, their fates sealed to be red splatters on his footpaws, to be licked off by the next slave in line. Will you please him yourself?
You shake your hand. Now’s not the time to think of such things.
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