The Merman I Rescued Is a Crybaby

Summary

I managed to buy a severely wounded merman at a bargain price.

The seller warned me that he was incredibly stubborn: he refused to sing, and he wouldn't shed a single tear.

Yet, as I looked at the merman currently humming a soft tune and crying at the slightest provocation, I couldn't help but wonder if they had sent me the wrong creature.

Later on, he kept plucking his own scales and presenting them to me, looking incredibly anxious, as if he couldn't stand being near me.

Once his wounds healed, I drove him to the shore and released him into the wild.