IN THE WEREWOLF KINGDOM
"You.. you.. are you again defying my rules? Are you telling me that you don't want to marry again? What kind of girl do you want, huh? This is probably the thousandth time, that you are again rejecting my choice. At least respect my choice of girls, if you can't do by yourself." The angry voice of an elderly man echoed in the royal halls of the palace. All this time, while the elderly man had been shouting his lungs out, a certain young man just leisurely sipped blood from the royal goblet, made of gold and adorned with intricate gems.
"Such an unfilial son. I don't know why you are doing this, young man, but you better find a woman for yourself before I force you with one."
