The man still died.
His head was severed by the sharp blade of the jackal-wolfman, and even at the moment of death, his face retained those complex emotions.
Guilt and joy, filled with hope for the future, yet tortured by pain for a lifetime.
The jackal-wolfman perhaps saw through the man's pain, so without hesitation, it discarded the previous agreement and chopped off the man's head.
The world suddenly went silent.
Believing the promises of a beastman is like an enchanting demon telling you it will practice abstinence from now on. The mouth can deceive, but the body is honest.
A second ago, the jackal-wolfman seemed to be convincing itself to keep the promise and grant the man the freedom he desired, but the moment it got close, perhaps out of instinct, it swung its long blade and snuffed out his life.
Guilt?
Nonexistent.
