Summary
My master is the unkillable Final Boss of the Strange World. And I was nothing more than the NPC selling flowers at the gate of his estate. Until one day, the players and I saw the bullet comments at the same time. [Want to kill the Strange Boss? Easy. All you have to do is attack that flower-selling NPC.] [Who would’ve thought a Strange Boss could be this innocent? Every day, he changes out of his bloodstained clothes, puts on something spotless, then goes to buy flowers. He even blushes if he says one extra word to the Flower Seller.] [Heh. Too bad the Flower Seller is face-blind. She hasn’t recognized him once.]