The Black Robed Beastman who had escaped from Paradise—his right wrist had been crushed and was now completely numb.
He ignored the pain racking his body, his voice laced with terror. "...The... The Young Master is there too."
"—This subordinate deserves death!"
After speaking, he kowtowed heavily several more times, blood starting to seep from his forehead.
In the ancient Divine Hall, a night mist lingered. A tall, ruggedly built man heard the heretic's words but didn't react at first. "What Young Master?"
"...Young... Young Master Yusen," the heretic stammered, trembling.
He had actually raised a weapon against the Young Master—such an offensive act. He knew full well that Young Master Yusen was the lord's only younger brother.
Of course, having his wrist crushed was something he had brought upon himself.
Hearing the name "Yusen," a look of realization dawned on the male Beastman's face. "Now I remember. The female who bought him is indeed from the Rabbit Clan."
