Planet Luxnix entered an odd state. Regardless of their status, the capture of a main bloodline member of an opposing family would always be a serious matter. And yet, the Luxnix family had done so without hesitation and without warning. It was clear that of all the things the Luxnix family was, pushovers was not among them.
Ossan's true state wasn't as fierce as the Luxnix's family's state, though. He couldn't be said to be comfortable, but at the very least, his life wasn't on the line. He sat on the floor of a relatively clean cell, his hands and feet bound by chains. There was a single metallic toilet to the side and the empty tray in front of him had likely previously held food.
Still, though he hadn't been roughed up, for a nobleman this sort of treatment might as well have been the worst of torture—this was only especially so for Ossan.
He couldn't see any pretty women. He couldn't eat the food he loved. He couldn't even have alcohol.
