Larsa was definitely somewhere above commoners. However, his clothes were not like anything Ico had seen before in his world. That made it difficult to determine his rank. Regardless, he supposed he would not have to use formalities with someone so young.

“I’ve been here for a few months.” Ico placed his hands behind his head. He noticed the way Larsa looked at his horns and he scratched the base of his left horn. While he did not mind speaking about his horns, he was not about to mention it. Larsa probably had other questions anyway.

“We’re safe here, so don’t worry,” he said. As he said this, he glanced aside to look at those claw marks again.