Berkah was sitting down on a broken pillar with his fists resting on his jaw, his blood-red reptillian gaze fixed on the Nagi who were struggling to pick up their Queen.
"Here is your food, prince of the Naga."
One of the servants carrying the tray full of meat that Berkah saw earlier approached him, her gaze lowered to the extreme.
"Thanks."
Berkah joyfully accepted the food, his eyes glimmering with gluttony.
[They're listening to what I say even though I just beat up their Queen...]
Berkah glanced at the servant, a part of him was suspicious that the food might have been poisoned, but he was too hungry to ponder it for too long.
"... Why do you not attack me even after I've assaulted your Queen?"
Berkah finally asked after taking a bite from the meat, its well seasoned taste bursting with flavor.
"... How could lower beings such ourselves intervene in a fight between ones such as yourselves?"
