The entrance on the ground floor opened, and a mortal with blonde hair and a bare upper body walked in.
"Greetings, Sir Victor!" the guards shouted in unison the moment they laid their eyes on that human.
"So he is the reason behind all the atrocities in this city," Jambavan murmured, staring at him.
"What are you looking at, slaves?" a guard muttered, giving us side-eyes. "You are in the presence of your master. On your knees, this instant!"
"This inferior thing dares order me to kneel?" I growled, staring down at him. "Are you tired of living?"
"Jus' ignore him," Jambavan said, moving closer to that tiny mortal who barely reached Jambavan's stomach. "It's not like he's gonna survive the night."
Sweat poured down the guard's body as his skin turned pale from just our casual words.
"H-how dare mere slaves threaten me!" he blurted. "I-I'm only letting you go because of the festival."
