Her fate basically came down to drowning, falling off a cliff, or dying in childbirth.
Either way, she would die.
She might as well handle it herself. At least she could retain some dignity.
But Russell healed her.
"You can't keep hold of me. If I want to kill myself, no one can stop me."
The lion girl held her head high, the heroic spirit between her brows as sharp as a drawn sword.
Well, this was...
Why was talking to lions always so difficult?
Russell's lips twitched.
Then his expression turned hostile as well.
Since that was the case, she couldn't blame him for abandoning all sense of honor.
Russell smiled and took out a kunai and a camera.
As Vina's pupils shook, all sorts of images of Beast Lord Gawain looking as though he had been thoroughly violated appeared before her eyes.
"Most people regard the Ten Royal Courts, dragons, Red Dragons, pegasi, nightmares, and similar races as the noblest bloodlines."
"But as races listed separately, we all know that there is more than one race nobler than ours."
"For example, Beast Lords—their lives are so long they rival the entire history of one of our races."
The boy praised the Beast Lords.
"How long has Lord Gawain lived? And how much longer will he live?"
"Probably quite a long time. I'd guess that even after the Aslan and Ya Zi are wiped out, and the kunai binding his soul has decayed away, the Beast Lords will still exist upon this land—whether it's Siracusa's Wolf Lord, Victoria's Lion Lord, or Columbia's Bird Lord."
For some reason, the boy's voice took on the tone of an imperial Japanese major.
"Vina, you wouldn't want pictures of your teacher spreading everywhere, would you?"
Vina fell silent.
Gawain was a guardian of