"All of you better remember my name, Lajah! I'm from a minority race that you humans despise, the Little Night Race, because of our ugly looks and diminutive stature. In fact, Little Night people don't even have the right to become citizens of the Union!
"What I have hated most all my life are the Special Bureau investigators like yourself! We of the Little Night are viewed no differently from pigs and dogs in your eyes!"
Lajah of the Little Night Race was yelling, the expression on his face turning fiercer and fiercer.
Indubitably, he had developed a rather antisocial personality due to the unjust treatment his race had received from humans, planting the fully blooming seed of hatred he had toward them.
The Deacon looked frightening, but he actually had no backbone. It was more or less certain that the orchestrator of everything that had gone on was none other than this small and perverted Lajah!.
