"It's truly disgusting, to think I'm the same race as these lowly creatures!"
"Asa, relay the king's command!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Asa, who was hidden behind the young man, straightened his bent body. His towering figure, a full ten feet tall, resembled a robust lion overlooking the cowering slaves before him.
"The great Ghost Fighting King has decided to give you slaves an opportunity!"
"Next, you will receive the same food as the tribal warriors of the Ghost Fighting Tribe. You can strengthen yourselves as much as you wish, and as long as you obtain enough merit in the coming war, you may rid yourselves of your slave status!"
"So rejoice, you lowly lot!"
The slaves exchanged timid glances, their faces filled with confusion, but intimidated by years of suffering, they dared not question the two important figures before them.
