Several days after the Macia Town monster attack.
Inside a grand estate far from the frontline, deep within polished marble halls draped in blue-and-gold banners, a voice bellowed loud enough to shake the windows.
"That shitty human refused my invitation!?"
Lord Gurman, a thickset beastkin noble with a lion's mane of gold-streaked hair and a taste for velvet robes, slammed his jeweled goblet onto the table, wine splashing onto priceless scrolls.
"How dare a lowborn black-haired outsider refuse me!" he snarled, pacing like a caged beast.
"How dare he turn down an honor others would beg for!"
His steward stood nervously near the chamber's edge, eyes downcast.
"My lord… he was reportedly asleep during the request…"
"I DO NOT CARE IF HE WAS BATHING IN GOLD!!" Gurman roared, slamming a fist into the table.
"That human should have crawled to my feet the moment he heard my name!!"
He paced again, teeth grinding.
