"Rael Ashborn! That arrogant pervert should be hanged!"
"I swear he used some strange magic to make Princess Arza engaged to him."
"He is scrawny as hell! I hope Prince Varek beats the hell out of him."
"I hope he dies."
"Nah! Death is mercy for that bastard. I hope Prince Varek cuts his thing off!"
"Ahahahaha! That sounds like the perfect punishment for him!"
The useless and worthless peasants around me blabbered away like they always did. But who could blame them? When someone was as glorious as myself, jealousy was only natural, especially for peasants like them.
Ignoring their chatter, I turned my gaze towards Varek, who was striding forward with a stiff expression, looking as though he had come with every intention of making my life a living hell.
Why does he look so serious?
Is Naga rebelling or something?
Nah… that's impossible with the restrictions.
Maybe he still hasn't gotten used to his new body.
I arrived at those conclusions within seconds.
