"Sir, the Butterfly Species who caused trouble yesterday has been brought here." The young man who found Tilan stepped forward and reported with folded fists.
"Oh, they've already come, have they?" The fat man in the center, adorned with various jewelry, clapped his hands, signaling the dancing girls to stop and move the wooden platform aside.
"Yesterday's events, I assume many have heard about them." Gus said as he picked a clean bunch of grapes from the glass plate in front of him.
"I detest those who disregard the rules." He waved his hand, and someone brought a bag, then threw its contents out, which rolled a few times on the ground before stopping.
Tilan clearly saw it was the slave trader who sold her the Butterfly Species yesterday, unexpectedly killed, and decapitated by Gus's men today.
No wonder they say the Wolf Blood Species is barbaric and bloody. The girl turned her gaze away, no longer looking at the bloodied head.
