"Of course it was to ensure the entire tribe's survival!"
Before all the Beastfolk, Babaya raised the banner of morality.
Even though she understood that most Beastfolk only cared about what they would eat tonight and who would feed them.
She still had to crush the young chieftain beneath her feet at this very moment, never allowing her to rise again.
She waved her hand, signaling her "slave," Slug, who was drooling as he smashed through the fence and entered the blood-soaked arena:
"Because of your mistakes, we lost our food.
We could only make our own tribe fight among themselves for the last remaining piece of meat!
You do not have the ability to lead the tribe toward prosperity. You have lost your qualifications as chieftain!
Now, someone more suitable than you will challenge you and replace you.
Slug, look carefully at the woman before you. Think about the scar on your stomach. It is time to reclaim everything that belongs to you!"
"Roar—"
Houke shoved through the crowd, gripping twin axes as he rushed to Shivana's side.
He had many things he wanted to say.
But his damaged brain prevented him from organizing his words.
Shivana pulled him aside.
"Houke, let me handle this."
She planted the Great Axe at her side and stared straight at the giant raising his club. She barely reached Slug's chest.
"I could do it a year ago. I can still do it now."
The prison that had held Slug was not a cage meant to stop him from taking revenge.
It was a haven that protected him from having his head chopped off by her.
Throughout her entire year as chieftain, she had been waiting for an opportunity to deal with him.
She believed she could do it.
"Hoo, ha!"
"Hoo, ha!"