Old Obsidian.
Rylan huddled in the corner, watching his two fathers arguing loudly, his eyelids lowered, hiding his expression. Didn't Papa say that their Wolf clan was the most loyal? Then why did his Daddy have an attendant? And even let that attendant carry his child?
Looking at the heavily pregnant Sub-Beast sitting on the side, occasionally fanning the flames, waves of bitter resentment surged in his heart. On what grounds did he and Papa suffer and endure all the gossip in Obsidian, only for his Daddy to hand over all the glory they had earned to this Sub-Beast?
"Moharm, you have done enough. I already said I am a warrior beastman, I am allowed to have an attendant! Haven't you caused enough of a scene for so long?"
"I am not dead yet, Richard! You betrayed our vow, what is wrong with me demanding to break our bond? Why do you absolutely refuse to agree? Do you want to embrace one on the left and hug another on the right like the Lion clan beastmen? Keep dreaming!"
