The streets of the noble district are a stark contrast from the ghetto we visited earlier today. The homes are big and charming, the streets are clean and well-maintained, and there are guards everywhere.
And the looks towards us are a lot more hostile. Some, directed at Yaci, are actually laced with deep hatred and bloodlust.
Yeah, one doesn't need much to understand that these people were the ones benefiting from the old order the most. Of course they would be resentful of the ones who broke their unjust privileges.
And, though they don't recognize me, they see any beastkin as the embodiment of that new order.
We are calmly strolling up the street, in the direction of our new manor, when I hear a muffled scream. A quick glance at my side tells me that Lovelace also heard it. Yaci has good hearing, but this is more on the level of deep hearing, which only the two of us are able to do.
We stop immediately, startling Yaci.
"It's that house."
"Indeed."
