"This must be Cocoboha's doing."
He could vividly picture him rampaging with glee. In terms of raw power, Cocoboha was undoubtedly the real deal—a top-tier beastman, even among his kind.
"But is this okay? That guy's supposed to be king? Is this really going to be alright?"
Isn't it possible all the trouble and consequences will end up falling squarely on our shoulders?
"I like relaxing and napping in a sunny spot... and yet..."
Only unpleasant visions of the future surfaced in Basqual's mind.
Carefully avoiding stepping on the "victims" sprawled here and there, Basqual finally reached the guest room in question.
First, he frowned at the wrecked state of the entrance—completely destroyed, the door no longer even existed. He firmly decided in his heart to somehow sweep the repair costs under the rug as he stepped inside.
He quickly scanned the room.
On the far end of what was quite a spacious room, the shattered remains of the door lay in pieces.
