Rebellion

After leaving the palace, Ruite's head remained in a daze.

Asha's whispered words by his ear had been like thunder, echoing endlessly within his heart.

So... even the noble sea folk had once been slaves?

The ones who enslaved them were the insect folk of the kingdom? Just how powerful must they be?

No... if the sea folk could overthrow their status as slaves and become masters, why couldn't we demi-humans do the same?

A blazing fire took shape within Ruite's heart.

He turned back for one last look at Asha's palace, and his eyes suddenly filled with pain.

Asha... I'm sorry!

He turned away resolutely and made a decision.

Ruite returned to the slave camp and headed toward another area.

It was where the werewolf subspecies gathered, the air thick with the stench of musk and blood.

Suppressing his nausea, he arrived before a shack that seemed no different from the surrounding ones.

"Oh? Isn't this that pretty boy among the ape-men who sells his ass?"

A wolfish face poked out from the shack. Its sharp teeth were covered in blood and bits of meat, as though it had just finished eating. It sneered, "What are you here for? Bringing Lord Wolff an extra meal?"

"Wolff... I know you're the werewolves' secret leader. You've led several strike incidents before..."

Ruite's voice was low. "Since you're not some idiot with nothing but muscles in his head, you should know I definitely didn't come here just to let you mock me."

Wolff's emerald eyes froze for a moment before narrowing tightly. He let out a low howl.

Several werewolves immediately emerged from the surroundings and began standing guard.

"Come in..."

He gave a warning growl and stepped aside.

Ruite walked in. Seeing the segments of icy white bones scattered across