So emotional was Meleonarch, to the point that he could no longer hold back from gripping tightly by the collar of the gatekeeper soldier. The prison bars were bent wide and the amount of blood splattered colored the walls of the room. I don't know what happened and who did it, the more that thought haunted him with the tears he tried to endure, the pounding heartbeat he really couldn't stand it anymore.
"P-prisoners of Celebes ... eee ..., hey Pierch what happened to those captive slaves"
"Young master! yes, one night ago I saw young master Bastion come in here drunk, but we didn't even dare to stop the young master because at that time he was drunk.
Then after several hours had passed, with his mouth drenched in red blood, Lord Bastion came back and walked away without saying anything. And we immediately checked each cell and only the cells of the Celebes slave that looked messy "
