"But back then, those two beast husbands of yours didn't seem to take part in the fighting, did they?" Nina said calmly.
She remembered clearly that Dora had been standing far from the demon beasts at the time and hadn't sent her beast husbands into battle at all.
Some of the beastfolk who had fought stepped forward as well.
"They didn't fight alongside us."
Dora bit her lip, unable to come up with another excuse.
At that point, everything became clear—Dora had deliberately framed Nina.
The crowd looked at Dora with blame and disdain, while guilt crept into their gazes when they turned back to Nina.
Dora lowered her eyes to Ilai, who was still unconscious, then thought of her own injuries from the explosion. Resentment boiled in her heart. She didn't want to lose like this. She refused to let Nina off so easily.
Glaring fiercely at Nina, Dora snapped, "Even if today's demon beasts weren't drawn here by you, the Beast God was still angered because of you, you ugly freak!"
