There were six queerats in all. They came forward slowly.
“Satoru, get rid of the spear,” I whispered in as normal a voice as possible. “They’ll kill us if we resist.”
Satoru shook his head, “They’ll kill us anyway. Listen, run into the forest while I fight them.”
“That’s ridiculous. It’s impossible to get away, but if we go quietly, they might not kill us right away. We can wait for help.”
“No. They won’t make it,” Satoru replied stubbornly. “And I don’t want to be locked up in a cage again.”
“Satoru! Please, don’t be rash.”
The six queerats stopped four or five meters away. Were they still on guard against us? That’s kind of strange.
“…wait a second,” I said, holding back Satoru’s spear-arm.
“Don’t get in my way.”
“I’m not…look, they’re not the same ones as before.”
“Huh?” Satoru replied dubiously.
Just when I thought the queerats would drop their spears, they suddenly all fell to their knees before us.
“What?” Satoru shouted.
I just stared with my mouth agape.
“Kikikiki grrr…k-gods,” the queerat in the center raised its head and let out strange sounds that resembled speech. “sssh…Robber☆Flyy colony…∈∂Å. Ground Spider…★brrr…danger!”