"Bullshit! Someone! Get me someone! Beat this bastard to death! Hit him!"
The noblewomen suddenly lost their composure, their faces twisted in rage as they screamed like mad.
"You're interfering with the development of human civilization and art! What you're doing is a serious crime!
Wait! Ouch! My eyes! Ouch! My leg! Don't hit! Don't hit anymore!"
Aganfu didn't even finish speaking before he took a punch to the eye.
After that, he felt countless punches land on his body.
The conflict fully erupted, and he and several half-beastmen were quickly overwhelmed, their cries of pain echoing incessantly.
When the sun set.
The noblewomen paused and warned:
"Aganfu! This is our final warning! If you dare to let your elves continue to dance and seduce men, next time will be the day you die! Do you understand?
Don't think that bastard Ireland will back you up! That old fool! I've already had my father warn him! If he dares to obstruct me again, I'll make sure he pays! Hmph!"
