"You stupid boy. Why did you let a mere Beastkin take such a powerful beast?" Lance stood still with a bowed head and clenched fists as he withstood the verbal lashing of his father. He was lucky his father was in a decent move, or he could be guaranteed some more physical injuries. Right now, he was just grateful that his father's reprimands remained verbal.
"Get out of my sight!" The red haired man said and waved his hand. He turned to the side and signaled for a servant to bring his drinks for him while Lance simply turned away and returned to his chambers.
Lance's father was a big figure in the Demon Continent. That much was evident from the lavish rugs and curtains that decorated the halls in his castle. Even the servants had large rooms to themselves. As long as they did his bidding, the man did not care if they lived lavish lives. They were all beneath him after all.
Bam!
