"Human flesh?!"
Roger's eyelids twitched as he looked at the young man Henrik was pinning against the wall.
Since their first encounter, the young man had always given him a good impression, but he preferred to believe Henrik.
"Cough cough!"
The young man couldn't utter a word as his throat was constricted; Henrik slightly relaxed his grip on the boy's throat.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about?"
"It's just ordinary fish soup. Old Hank specifically instructed me not to bring it to you, but I still secretly saved a bowl for you."
As the young man spoke, he shakily took out a half-dried fish from his pocket.
"Let him down."
Just then, an aged voice came from outside the house.
Old Hank pushed the door open and entered.
His gaze was complex as he lingered on Henrik's face for a moment.
"We haven't harmed anyone."
He raised both hands.
"It's been a long time since we've been able to catch any fish in the village, and all around us are monsters."
