For beastkin who had lost their sense of belonging and identity, this village had a reason to exist.
Destined never to be accepted by ordinary people, they could only survive in society's cracks.
A refuge that sheltered their loneliness and curses, even hidden deep among mountain forests, was enough to become a haven that soothed their souls.
That was why Tang Qi had never considered gathering these outsiders together to be wrong.
But "lies were like layers of parchment wrapped around a flame." Thick enough rolls might conceal it for a while, but sooner or later, they would burn to ash.
Especially when these people could have escaped all of this in the first place—
"I came here intending to remove your curses. But when he realized what I was doing, he ordered my arrest. I had no choice but to use [Leomon's Cabin] to protect myself—
Very few people can break through that wall of force. As long as I have enough food, I can hold out against you for an entire year."
Arthur pointed at Kane, whom Fide and Dawn had pinned beside the bonfire to stand "trial," and sighed as he addressed the surrounding beastkin.
The brown bear's ears had already drooped in resignation.
Deep down, he had never wanted to let these people leave.
After all, this was a "home" he had spent ten years building, one that had finally begun to flourish... He knew everyone's name and considered every one of them family.
But the moment his lies were exposed, there was no undoing what had happened.
"So I can go home? Back to Rekzek Village?"
Eric had not left home all that long ago.
His village had been attacked by werewolves five years earlier. He had built a wooden cabin nearby, gazing from afar