The news that the Holy Son was a Sub-Beast and had a beastman mate quickly spread everywhere in Lyra city and the neighboring towns.
The people of Lyra were already too accustomed to non-humans, so they felt whatever was fine. As for people from other places, they only cared about how much the Lyra merchant caravan sold salt for today, or what new fragrance the soap had. Consequently, whatever was supposed to happen just happened, and no one paid attention to anything else.
If they did, it was perhaps only whether the Holy Son looked truly beautiful or whether the Holy Son's mate was ultimately a beastman or a demon king.
The butcher at the head of the East street, the person who previously yelled the most protesting the Holy Son and non-humans, now calmly slurped a bowl of tea, saying gruffly:
