Seeing this, Kaya was dumbfounded—completely, utterly dumbfounded.
She stared at the sparrow, curled up like a scared fruit dumpling, and for a second, even she had to admit… maybe she went a tiny bit overboard.
But then again, he was annoying.
Annoying enough to make her fists twitch just by existing near her.
Kaya didn't have soldiers to boss around anymore. No clueless recruits to yell at. No one to order into muddy push-ups at sunrise. All she had now were beastmen—civilized, proud, and way too serious to enjoy a good yelling match.
And then… there was the sparrow.
No title. No muscles. No purpose except to irritate her soul.
So naturally, she used him as a punching bag. Emotional outlet. Walking stress ball. Call it what you want.
Even she knew it was wrong—beating him like that. Honestly, if a dog saw what she did, it might file a complaint.
But it was a habit now. Like swatting a mosquito. A really talkative, overly dramatic mosquito who refused to leave.
