"I watched a documentary about cows once. The cows being dragged off to the slaughterhouse had these huge, soulful eyes. That's what came to mind."
"And that's why you spared the Minotaurs?"
"...Well, yeah. They're pitiful, aren't they? Stuck with a lousy master, worked like dogs. Figured I should give them a chance."
After the dungeon raid.
Shaitan, who'd reported victory on the Flauros-Orias front, had crossed over to Hagenti's dungeon as soon as I returned word of my own victory. Now she was standing there looking troubled at the seventeen Minotaurs I'd spared.
"Are you planning to recruit these ones too?"
"The willing ones, sure."
"...The Minotaurs themselves are fine, I suppose. They average around 3.7 stars, so they're a solid combat asset. Loyalty is another matter, though."
The Minotaurs knelt and waited for Shaitan and me to finish talking.
"Where did the elves go? Are they resting?"
"You could call it that. They went to collect the spoils."
