Leaving the outside to Drayce and the others, Arlan returned straight to the banquet hall where he had first met the pig-like general and had to endure the perverted gazes of drunken men who had stripped him naked in their minds.
When he was pretending to be a courtesan, he could hear their dirty talks about taking him to their beds after their general was done playing with him. Only Arlan knew how much of a torture it was to control himself from not beheading those scumbags. As he continued to smile and refill the pig-like general's wine glass, he had already decided in his mind that tonight would be the last night of their lives.
The pride of the Crown Prince of Griven was an expensive thing, and these pieces of trash had to pay for his humiliation with their lives.
