Chapter 8

Eden wanted nothing more than to rush out, tear open the cage, and pull them out. The skin around his eyes flushed red with boiling rage. A moment later, the brush snapped in his grip. To monsters, both that merchant bastard before him and the damn Emperor were nothing more than cruel hunters. They were beings who considered the horrific agony of horns sprouting every time a name was called as little more than simple amusement. Even if they knew nothing of that suffering, how could anyone remain indifferent after seeing such desperate pleading?