It was fine if Owen kept his mouth shut, but once he opened it, it was startling. He clearly didn't use dirty words, nor did he raise his voice, yet his words stabbed straight into the other's heart and liver.
There were some words even Rowan found hard to listen to; he reached up to rub his ears, which had absorbed too much information today.
Julian, who was initially smug, gradually turned pale, and finally couldn't hold back anymore and had to fly down.
"Who are you saying lacks love? Did you come here to seek my attention?" Julian transformed back into human form, glaring fiercely at Owen.
Only now did Rowan clearly see the beastman who had been playing malicious tricks. It turned out to be a brat still smelling of milk.
He had a face that was delicately beautiful, but his attire was pure and noble, unlike the animal skins ordinary beastmen used. He wore a pure white cloak made of feathers.
